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lala-ladybug · 2 years ago

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Healing Hands: Ch 14

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 14: Oh Maribug, what are we going to do with you?

Sleeping by Jason’s side was the best sleep Marinette had gotten all game. No nightmares, no waking up scared for herself or her friends. Well, she did wake up a blushing, nervous mess once she realized where she was, that is until Jason rolled over. She’d had to stifle her giggles at his incredibly adorable bedhead so as to not wake him. Then the morning light streaming in through the skylight made her actually feel... relaxed for once. There was something about that little cabin that helped her forget her persistent urge to beat the game. It pushed down the feeling of guilt for taking time for herself. It was hard to leave in the morning, and not just because the cozy pile of blankets appealed to her bug-like sensibilities.

The next week had her lying awake at night in her own bed, missing his warmth and the stories they shared. And the lack of nightmares. Luka had stopped joining her for late-night tea, but her subconscious hadn’t yet moved on. It didn’t take long for her to message Jason about tackling the next level. She’d need to buy some new gear for it though, there was no way she was going to be caught unprepared like last time.

But first she had to navigate the den of wolves that was her friends.

“Where are you going, Marinette,” Kagami asked sharply. The girl in question paused before the door, her hand raised to open it. She reminded herself that they were very caring wolves. But wolves nonetheless.

“They just beat level 67, I need new gear if I’m going to help clear out the next one in a few days,” she spoke without turning to look her friends in the eye.

Chloe and Adrien exchanged a worried glance. “Then give us a few minutes to get our stuff together, we’ll go with you,” Adrien caught Marinette’s arm gently and gave her a pleading look.

She didn’t quite look at his face as she forced a smile and replied, “No, you should all rest. It’s not a big deal, I’ll be back before you know it!”

Luka furrowed his brow and frowned when he heard the discordant notes in her song. It most certainly was a big deal, and Chloe said as much when Marinette went to open the door again.

Marinette sighed and finally turned to face them. “Seriously Chlo, it’s okay. I haven’t actually been getting that much sleep here, so I might as well do something useful if I’m going to be awake anyway.”

They hadn’t known about that, judging by their even more worried expressions at that statement. Good thing she hadn’t divulged the reasons why. They didn’t know about the nightmares that had been plaguing her even since before the beginning of the game. Adrien opened his mouth to protest again before Marinette cut him off.

“Look, I told Jason I’d meet him at the end of 67, so I won’t be going alone. I know you guys don’t like me spending time with him,” she held up her hands to placate their skeptical and outraged faces, “but we can trust him to have my back. I’m sure of it.”

Luka spoke up, “Mari, he’s killed other players. How can you say you trust him after that?”

Marinette fiddled with the straps of her backpack and looked down at her feet. “I told you that was a misunderstanding. Plus I don’t know how to describe it, but we just... get each other, you know?” She stopped fidgeting and squarely stood her ground, looking each member of her order in the eye. “Now I’m going whether you like it or not. I’ll be back tonight to prep and then I’ll head out in a few days.” She added, decisively, “Alone.”

She left and the door closed with a loud click that had a sense of finality to it. The Order stood in stunned and concerned silence until the door opened again, not a minute later. They all assumed defensive stances until they saw Marinette’s signature awkward grin as she poked her head around the door.

“Forgot my arrows,” she said sheepishly, then grabbed the quiver laying on a table and left once more.

Adrien heaved a heavy sigh. “Oh Maribug, what are we going to do with you?”

* * *

Marinette jauntily swung a basket from the crook of her elbow. It didn’t matter that whatever she purchased from the bustling market would automatically go into her inventory, it was the aesthetic that counted. She was currently parsing through different fabrics, having finally picked up the courage to try getting into the clothing design aspect of Mindscape. There was only so much she could do with Alchemy, which relied on objects that already exist. For a while, it was as close to creation as she dared go, but recently she’d been feeling more like herself and was finally ready to dust off her old hobbies.

Especially if they could help her protect the people she cared about.

She was comparing two fabric swatches and could tell the shopkeeper was getting impatient. Deciding to get both of them seemed to placate him, and she backed out of the shop with a smile.

Until she ran into someone, that is.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry--”

“Are you alright? I wasn’t paying attention to--”

The two dark-haired girls apologized simultaneously, then paused to giggle.

“I’m fine, thank you,” the taller girl placed her hand gently on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Me too, I’m so sorry, again,” she paused for a moment. “Wait, don’t I know you...?”

The taller girl blinked in surprise, then lit up with recognition. “Of course, you’re Jason’s girlfriend! I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Zatanna, we met in that cooking class you do every few weeks.”

Now that they were talking, Marinette did remember her but she’d called her Jason’s.... She thought she might explode from being called that of all things. She immediately started flailing her arms and stammering desperately.

“Oh, we’re not like that you see, he doesn’t-- I mean we don’t, well, it’s not!” she hid her fiercely blushing face in her hands and finished lamely, “I think you have the wrong idea....”

Zatanna laughed. “Sorry, sorry. My mistake, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Marinette risked a glance in between her fingers and decided the apology was genuine.

“So, what’s our local Cooking Mama doing in the clothing boutique district? Cute basket, by the way.”

The reference was lost on her, but Marinette replied, “Thank you! I’m actually going to try my hand at creating armor. Clothing design was something I enjoyed in the real world, but it’s been, ah, difficult to want to get back into it here.” She gave a bashful smile.

“Oh wow, no kidding? That sounds amazing!” Zatanna enthused as they made their way to a nearby bench. “Any special occasion?”

“Just trying to keep everyone safe,” Marinette shrugged nonchalantly as if it wasn’t her whole life’s purpose.

“Hear hear,” she replied emphatically. “I’m so glad those enchanted potions I gave Jason helped you guys out in that last level.”

Marinette paused, surprised. She’d completely forgotten to ask Jason where those water-breathing potions had come from. “Wait, you made those?” she asked.

“None other!” Zatanna gave a mock bow. “I’ve been outfitting our guild with enchanted goodies pretty much since day one,” she laughed a little to herself.

“Now that is an amazing talent! I can’t believe that you can make such cool potions like that,” she grinned.

Zatanna looked around, then leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “That’s not all I can do.”

Marinette, who had leaned forward as well, arched a playful eyebrow.

“Have you ever wanted to learn how to enchant armor?”

* * *

It was several hours later that Marinette and Zatanna were found laughing away in the latter’s custom forge. Marinette had never been to the Rocky Road guild house before, so Zatanna gave her a tour. It was a sprawling complex with a courtyard and had rooms, areas, and even entire buildings devoted to everything any of their members could possibly need.

She was introduced to a few of the people who were there. Some she recognized from the cooking class-- she found out their names were Wally and Artemis-- but most she didn’t know. While the tour was lovely, especially with her host, she was most intrigued by the two dark-haired boys that Zatanna gave her meaningful looks over.

Jason’s oh-so-despised brothers, it seems.

Tim was in the study, a veritable library with two-story-tall shelves packed to the brim. He was reading voraciously out of several books at a time and scribbling notes in the worst chicken scratch she’d ever seen. He barely reacted to them being there until Marinette introduced herself by name, then he was all ears. And eyes. Man, that guy had an intense stare. She could practically hear him analyzing her in his head, though she had no idea what conclusion he’d reached until Zatanna led them out into the courtyard and said he’d liked her.

There they met Jason’s older brother Dick, training with a hulk of a boy named Connor and a lean girl named Cassie. They were all really nice, and Marinette felt an instant connection. She even thought she might remember Connor from her cooking classes.

Dick was immensely pleased to know Jason had actually referred to himself and Tim as his brothers. She actually thought he was on the verge of tears, that is until Cassie tried to sneak in an attack on him with a kick to the legs and he had to flip to avoid it.

Marinette’s eyebrows rose to her hairline watching them spar. Dick almost seemed to float through the air, spinning and jumping around his opponent. He was clearly very practiced, and she was impressed.

Zatanna didn’t let her watch for long before steering them to the forge where she finally began teaching Marinette all she knew about enchanting. While it was possible to enchant pre-made armor, she said, it was much easier and more potent to imbue the metal while it was still molten.

With surprising strength, Zatanna showed her how to hammer and shape the pieces. It was much more difficult than she was expecting even with the abbreviated actions common to the game, but her new friend insisted she was a natural.

They were soon joined by a red-haired boy with a seemingly permanent scowl. Zatanna introduced him as Roy, which he acknowledged with a grunt. He was working on a warhammer, melting new steel into the cracks it had sustained from use. He came over to watch once Marinette returned from changing into a sleeveless shirt to hammer away at her own metal.

Zatanna guided Marinette through creating a set of armor entirely from scratch. They’d used some existing molds from a set she’d made before, one for Zatanna’s friend Jaime that they thought might fit Adrien. Roy gave tips here and there on the metalworking side of things, and Zatanna provided her expertise with the enchantments.

Several sweaty hours later, they were proudly brandishing a brand new set of full armor. It had several defensive enchantments detectable only in a faint, pulsating glow emanating from within the inlays of the armor’s decorative designs.

“I wonder if the same technique could be used on fabric while I sew....” Marinette wondered aloud.

“Oh we’re going to be best friends,” Zatanna grinned at her ingenuity.

They were still laughing and chatting later when Jason finally made it back from level grinding. Apparently he stopped by nearly every day before leaving again “once he got sick of them.” Marinette had stopped her work to take a dinner break at some point, having missed lunch while out shopping. And so Jason found the two girls, Dick, and Roy sitting at the breakfast bar without a care in the world, chatting over several plates of Marinette’s home-baked salmon.

“Oh hey Jaybird, you’ve got to try this! Mari’s an amazing cook,” Dick reached over to ruffle her hair, much to her annoyance.

“I know,” Jason grumbled in response, grabbing a plate and dishing himself a portion. “I was hoping to keep her away from you vultures.”

“Aw, is somebody jealous?” Roy pouted teasingly at him.

Jason stood over where Marinette was perched on a stool and placed his plate next to hers, proceeding to eat over her head. “I’ve never been jealous a day in my life.”

Dick snorted at that. “Tell that to Timmy,” he scoffed.

“‘B, he took my spot, make him stop!’” Roy mocked in falsetto, “‘That replacement could never be me.’”

Marinette peered up at her friend, catching him wince slightly at the dig.

“Whatever, we’re past that.”

Noticing Jason’s reaction, Dick shot Roy a sharp look and agreed in a low voice, “Leave it.”

“So what are you doing here Pixie?” Jason asked before helping himself to another forkful over her head. As fond as she was of their closeness, she really hoped he wouldn’t spill any of the dill sauce on her hair.

“Zatanna showed me how to enchant stuff! I made a set of armor for Adrien, but I’m really excited to try working it into clothing too.” She felt herself start to bounce in her seat but couldn’t bring herself to care. “She even said I’m welcome to come over and work in the forge any time I want!”

Jason groaned and she whipped around to glare at him. “And who let you be friends?” He asked.

“Technically, you did,” Zatanna mused. “You are the one who convinced her to set up those cooking classes, right?”

“My own worst enemy yet again,” he muttered in response.

Marinette giggled. The poor baby.

She stayed and chatted for a while longer, but as the sky began to darken, she excused herself to go back to her own guild so her friends wouldn’t send out search parties en masse.

Jason waved goodbye to her as she used the teleport crystal, and she held in a laugh at the playful punch and thumbs up he got from Roy as she returned the gesture.

When she returned to her own guild house, she was met with her Order standing watch. She gifted Adrien his new armor, which seemed to pacify him momentarily as he animatedly admired it, but she knew she wasn’t out of the woods with the rest of them.

“Will you please talk to us?” Chloe asked earnestly. Marinette winced at that. If Chloe was the one using the magic word, she had to be seriously worrying her friends. Maybe it was finally time to do this. Gods know they wouldn’t leave her alone until they talked. Plus the whole “doing everything on her own” thing wasn’t exactly sustainable. The first time she’d met Jason, when he rescued her in the snow, proved that.

“Okay,” she acquiesced reluctantly. “Can we sit?”

Luka nodded and they all gathered on the couches by the fireplace.

Marinette sighed. This talk was a long time coming, but she wasn’t ready for things to change. She knew it was stupid to just do it all herself, but.... She wasn’t ready to watch her friends get hurt all over again. She kept her gaze stubbornly on a very interesting spot on the floor.

“Look, I can’t shake my instincts from home,” she began, knowing they’d catch her meaning. “I need to get everyone out as fast as possible so things can go back to normal.”

“Marinette,” Kagami began in a tone that indicated she wouldn’t like whatever came next. “We all feel the same way. But the rest of us are not blowing each other off and running headlong into danger.”

“With a stranger, no less,” Luka added.

Adrien chimed in, “You need us as much as we need you. What happened to working together? The Order you made?”

“Okay! I get it,” Marinette raised her hands in surrender. “This doesn’t need to be an intervention. Can we please just have a conversation?”

“Fine. Why haven’t we seen you since level thirteen?” Adrien crossed her arms.

“You see me every day,” Marinette rolled her eyes.

“At breakfast and dinner, if that,” Luka said evenly.

“I’m busy helping at the front lines!”

“With Jason, but not us?” Kagami asked.

“He’s been... he’s different.”

Chloe, who had been quiet for some time, burst out tearfully, “Why can’t you look at me?”

Marinette bit her lip. “I... I can’t see you get hurt like that again.” Her voice cracked. She thought her heart might join it.

Chloe reached for her hands and Marinette tried to control the shaking.

“Dupain-Cheng, do you think you’re the only one who cares? The only one here who wants to save everyone and go home?”

Marinette finally raised her eyes to meet her friend’s and felt her heart clench at the tears he saw in them. “Of course not,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to be any louder than that.

Adrien knelt on the floor in front of her and placed his hands over theirs. “Then let us help you. Please.”

That was all it took for her to break.

She told them of her nightmares and fears. How she had started adventuring with Jason because she didn’t know him and she’d convinced herself that it would make it easier to handle if he got hurt. How she’d realized too late that she’d grown to care for him, but he insisted he was going to keep fighting at the front lines anyway, so she had to stick with him. That earned a facepalm from Adrien, who grumbled that they should have done the same.

Marinette gave a watery chuckle. She really was being silly, wasn’t she? Strength in numbers was everything back in Paris, why wouldn’t it be the same here? Half of the wonderful people surrounding her joined the Order because she couldn’t do it alone. And she’d never been alone, she’d always had Adrien by her side. She squeezed his hand with a small, grateful smile.

She wiped at her damp eyes. “Oh, there was something... else I almost forgot,” she began nervously. Her friends nodded and gestured for her to go on.

“There was one time where Jason almost died. I mean, he had one HP left. I was so terrified I dropped all the healing potions and they broke. But then I reached out my hands and... I accidentally might have healed him?” She finished nervously.

“With Alchemy?” Adrien prompted.

“No,” Marinette bit her lip. “It was more like... like creation magic.”

Her friends stared at her, quiet in thought.

“...Have any of you had that?” she asked them, but she knew the answer from the bemused look in their eyes.

“I looked into in-game healing mechanics, but I couldn’t find anything even close to what happened. What I did,” she heaved a sigh.

“Hey, whatever it was, we’ll figure it out together,” Adrien squeezed her hand back.

Luka tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe it was out of desperation at the situation,” he mused, “like those rare circumstances where mothers get an adrenaline rush and can lift a car to save their child.”

“You do seem to care an awful lot about Jason,” Chloe smirked playfully. Marinette blushed profusely, too tired to deny anything by this point.

“We can set out researching it in the morning,” Kagami reasoned, carefully layering blankets over the others on the couch. “It’s late and we need our rest.”

Marinette was indeed yawning. It would be difficult to swallow back her reservations in the morning, but for now, it was enough to be surrounded by people who loved her. And surround her they did, in a tangle of limbs and floppy hair buried beneath a mound of pillows and blankets on the couches of their living room.

Her eyelids were heavy from crying. She barely stayed conscious enough to lift her head for Luka to place a pillow beneath it. Her friends-- her court, her Order-- only let her drift off into sleep with the assurance that this conversation was not over until they had fixed things for the future.

She supposed she had bigger problems than her friends caring about her.

* * *

A few days after Marinette visited his guild, Jason was surprised to find a package delivered to the doorstep of his cottage. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, knowing that nobody knew where he lived--

Well, almost nobody.

He gingerly unfolded the card tucked into the top of the wrapping to reveal a flowing script that read, Something to keep you safe. -M. The back stated, P.S. It’s time for you to meet my friends. They insist.

He smiled as he opened the rest of the package, no longer apprehensive but instead excited, and found a striking set of armor with neatly folded clothes to wear underneath it. The armor was a deep maroon with black accents that seemed to pulse with life. The sturdy black undershirt and pants were light and breathable but thick, with shimmering gold detailing the seams and delicate runes stitched into the fabric.

In other words, it was fucking sick.

And he knew exactly who he had to thank for it.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fics #batfam #batfam fics #jasonette fics

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artificerstimetable · 2 years ago

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Hi giys

Vvr2 au inner workings fic

Wowwww...

Woww......

#virtual virtual reality 2 au #virtual virtual reality 2 #inner workings vvr2 au #vvr2 au #inner workings #this is first ever ao3 fic

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mathmusicninja · 2 years ago

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You know that feeling where you’re dreaming and you think you wake up, but then you actually wake up and you can definitely tell you were still dreaming before?

Hold onto that feeling :D

(I just watched “Virtual Reality Check” (2003 tmnt s7 e10) for the first time, and WOW, poor Donnie got thrown for a serious loop there. So I wrote a recovery fic)

#2003 tmnt #tmnt #tmnt '03 #fan fic #oneshot #2003 tmnt s7 e10 Virtual Reality Check #mathmusic writes

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bbnibini · 1 year ago

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HI! You don't have to respond to this, I just wanted it to let you know:

Your CYOA fic was actually the first fic I genuinely love and enjoy when I got into the OBM fandom back in around 2020 or 2021 ish?? I genuinely, absolutely love the amount of effort your put in. like FR, links embedded in the phrases or texts??? Multiple choices??? The story too???? SECRETS???? Your CYOA is incredible and I certainly don't mind having to wait years for it because I know without a doubt, it's going to be such a banger of a fic, its so full of life. So yeah, take as much time as you need, we all have our own lives, I, myself haven't caught up to the latest chapter because of work and life, but I'm glad you wrote it <3

Thank you! It makes me happy to have readers like you who understand. I'm just happy you enjoyed my series. c: Feel free to go back to it (or don't idrc; just really happy you took your time, went out of your way and placed a nice ask here. Really. You made my day c:) at your own pace! I used to have more time to write the CYOA but life happens so what can you do? Lmao it's a struggle the working class understands really well. 🫂 Let's get through this together! ;v;

#ask #blurbs #and THANK YOU for telling me it's ok if I don't reply. I'm really tired of people pressuring me to socialise with them #pls treat me like a feral cat who makes unhinged tags and fics sometimes #fun fact:one of my closest online friend is my friend for almost 8 years now and she still doesn't know my real name nor my face #but she's super chill about it. never comes into conversation. we reply to each other on discord and LINE when we can. I love her very much #and she's the normiest normie I know idk why we're friends lmao anyway obligatory oversharing hashtag lol #EDIT: Just realised I sounded completely asocial in my tags. I want to clarify people pressuring me to socialise are people I know irl #I'm already tired of dealing with it irl I can't have virtual mimic reality im not strong enough

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lxst4you · 1 year ago

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TRUE LOVES REALITY

There once was a couple...a lovely one...they would share their days together in their tiny apartment until one of them died...the other, couldn't handle such pressure and guilt of being away from their true love...their everything. This made the man drink and drink to his hearts content just so he could see his dead lover, as every time the know drunk man saw his dead lover he would rush and give him the tightest hug ever and beg "Please...don't leave me again, I'll stop...I'll be better for you" but in reality the mans lover committed suicide due to the overwhelming abuse he endured by his "true love"

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kitten4sannie · 3 months ago

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pairing: werewolf! mingi x hunter! reader (fem)

genre: fluff, romance, smut

summary: you seemingly end up biting off more than you can chew upon discovering that the beast you hunted down for dinner is not what it seems.

w.c: 4.5k (more plot than smut this time hehe)

warnings: needy soft dom! mingi, sub! reader, pet names + praise only (shocking ik), pheromones mentioned, possessiveness, kissing, groping, tit play, spit + drool bc wolf mingi is a messy boy <3, mingi eats out reader like she’s his last meal 🫶🏼, SIZE KINK,,, feral unprotected sex, knotting <333, bulge kink/cum inflation, breeding kink ofc

a/n: IT’S FICTOBER TIME BITCH LETS FUCKING GOOO 🗣️ i am fashionably late ~ but i have come here to humbly offer you lovestruck werewolf mingi 🐺 <3 this is the softest my fictober stories will get btw lol it’s gonna be depravity from here on out ^^ oh and i’m sorry if this fic seems disjointed in any way,, i have a lot on my mind these days but regardless i hope you enjoy ~~

pssst: thank you so, so much for 5.5k followers !! it’s honestly insane to me and i still can’t fathom it hehe but the support and love means so very much to me <333

song rec: say - keshi

fictober 2024

You knew better than to hunt at night, but your rumbling stomach begged to differ. The evening air was frigid, sitting heavily inside your lungs each time you regrettably breathed it in, your hefty pelt only doing so much to keep you safe from the powerful winds that continually blew through the vast forest around you. You pulled the hood of your pelt down for a moment, the familiar sounds of wildlife finally making their way to your now exposed ears, though a freezing breeze made its mark on the soft flesh of your rosy cheeks and nose. You bit into your chapped bottom lip, surveying your surroundings for something you’d be able to feast on once you were back inside the safety of your cabin, thanking the gods for the decent visibility you had from the full moon above.

The longer you sat there in silence, your body never growing acclimated to the fierce winter temperatures, you began to fall susceptible to exhaustion, the kind that had sunk its way deep into your bones in the same way your loneliness had for years at a time, feeling so heavy you retired from your once rigid stance and slumped down against the oak tree behind you. A few winks of sleep couldn’t possibly hurt you, not when you were quick to rise and fight if need be, your trusty bow and arrow at your side, as well as a pocket knife always sitting in its holster at your hip. You would be up as soon as you had the strength to open up your eyes and go on.

You eventually woke up to the sound of howling. It had been so distinctly powerful that it was most likely produced by a large wolf, perhaps the leader of a pack. It was then that the culprit of the noise stalked past a few nearby trees and bushes, its dark shaggy coat leaving it virtually impossible to see due to the way it blended in so seamlessly. Leaving abnormally big paw prints behind in the ground below, it slowly paced back and forth in front of you, still quite a distance away from you, but getting closer and closer with each step it made, its large brown eyes piercing right through yours and seemingly gazing upon your soul, deeply fixated on your presence.

It was much larger than any wolf you had seen in your entire lifetime, more akin to a dire wolf, which you had only seen in books, as it had been extinct for hundreds of years before, yet it was…so familiar. Still trapped inside the limbo of the dream you were initially having and your reality, you weren’t completely sure if what was happening before you was actually real. Not only that, but you had the sudden urge to be at the mercy of the wolf, even if it meant that you’d end up with your throat between the beautiful creature’s ragged teeth. However, you weren’t going to roll the dice with death, not when you’ve seen past loved ones get their lives snuffed out by a predator half the size of the one that was suddenly eagerly making its way towards you.

Just before the wolf could reach you, your bow was drawn, the feathered arrow slicing into the cold skin of your cheek as it sailed through the air and lodged itself into the creature’s shoulder, your eyes shut tight all the while. What you expected to hear were the familiar pained whines of a canine but you instead were exposed to the lower pitched groans of a man, causing you to freeze, your eyes opening back up, now widened like marbles. The last thing you were expecting to see was another human, not when you lived alone in the woods for so long, and especially not a man that was stark naked and cowering in pain, with tears in his glistening eyes, looking at you as though you had betrayed him.

You dropped your bow in favor of being at the strange man’s side, surveying his wound, realizing you were so exhausted and hungry, you must’ve simply imagined the wolf. “I-i thought…” you whispered, mostly to yourself, your voice trailing off, almost surprised to hear it after not using it for so long.

“Is that your way of saying hello?” The man hissed in pain when you touched the site of his wound, pushing your hand away from the broken shard of wood that was still lodged inside his bare shoulder.

“I thought you were…going to kill me…” You reached down and tore off a portion of your thick linen blouse, about to wrap it around the man’s wound when you blocked you with his forearm. “I saw a wolf…”

“Do I look like a wolf?” he pouted, reaching over to hold his shoulder in pain.

“I’m sorry, I–…Please, let me help you. I need to apply pressure,” you reasoned, your face contorted with growing regret and concern.

Studying your body language, the man cautiously let go of his arm and allowed you to wrap the torn linen around the wound site, biting into his lip all the while, letting out a few pained grunts. “Hurts…”

“I know, I’m almost done, I promise…” you whispered softly near him, taking a second to share a look with the man, apologizing once again with your softened gaze and upturned brows.

Once you were done, he leaned forward slightly into your personal space to study you, his eyes widened once again, this time with curiosity and admiration, already trusting you despite remnants of your arrow still left inside him.

You bit into your lip, letting out a small breath, which turned into condensation as soon as it left your mouth. “I didn’t think anyone else lived in this forest…Where did you come from?”

Afraid that you would find his true identity to be far too much for you to handle, he thought it would be better to hide it. “Some would call me a nomad��I’m here, there, everywhere, really.”

You nodded at his words, noticing once again that he lacked clothes when you were finally able to pull your attention away from his hypnotizing likeness, never having been drawn to someone like this before. It was then that you averted your eyes with diligence, your once cold cheeks growing warmer the more he stared at you. It took all your strength to return his gaze for just a moment. “Do nomads usually wander around the woods without proper clothing?”

“Well–” The werewolf’s vision went dark for a second, as your pelt was thrown onto him. He pulled it down just enough to continue admiring the human he had been watching from a distance for so long, blowing a few strands of dark shaggy hair out of his sight. “I’m Mingi, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you answered sheepishly, not sure why the strange man was so keenly interested in you, especially after you just shot him with an arrow.

“Y/N,” he repeated lovingly, enjoying the way it sounded, slowly sitting up until little white dots began to dance around his vision. “I don’t feel so good.” When Mingi fell forward into your arms, he couldn’t help but smile. You smelled so pretty, just like he had imagined. Warm like cinnamon, smoky like the fire you always kept burning inside your cabin, sweet like flowers in a garden he would roll around in when no one was around. You smelled like home.

It took most of your strength helping the injured man back to your cabin, immediately laying him down in your bed and pulling your warm blankets up over him. To beat the freezing temperature inside your cabin, you quickly tossed a few pieces of wood in the fireplace and lit it up. You stayed crouched near the controlled flames for a little while to make sure the fire stayed alive, until your company let out a soft groan of pain. Now at his side, you pulled the pelt from his shoulders and frowned at the extent of the damage you caused, tears pricking at your eyes. “You’re still bleeding, Mingi…I’m so sorry…I need to stitch you up.”

Just as you stood up, Mingi reached up to hold onto the corner of your torn blouse, blinking hazily up at you, a few beads of sweat cascading along his straining neck. “Please, don’t worry about me, love. You’re the one who needs rest.”

“Nonsense.” You shook your head, pulling away to find your sewing kit, your cheeks hot to the touch. Once you found it inside one of your drawers, along with a sleep shirt that had belonged to a previous loved one, you returned to Mingi’s side. “Now, stay still, okay?”

“I’ll do whatever you need from me.” Mingi slowly sat up and rested his back against the headboard, watching with interest as you expertly sewed his wound closed, quite fond of the way you took care of him, and of how close you were to him, your hand resting on his chest for stability as you worked. Before you could pull your hand away from his body, he placed his over yours, unintentionally allowing you to feel his rapid heartbeat. “Thank you for this. Anyone else would’ve left me for the wolves.”

Biting into your lip, you couldn’t help but take into account the way his hand completely enveloped yours, truly forgetting just how important physical touch and connection with others was until this very moment, now that his warm skin was pressing into yours. “I-it’s nothing, really…”

“No, it’s not just nothing,” Mingi pouted, slowly bringing your hand up against his cheek to gently nuzzle into it. He couldn’t believe he had gotten this close to you, the special human he had been head over paws for ever since he had seen you for the first time. “It’s everything. You saved me.”

It was almost as if this stranger had escaped one of the novels you read over and over, seeming too good to be true. “It was the least I could do after I hurt you…”

It was when Mingi began to look at you for too long, with that unwavering longing in his eyes, that you cleared your throat and stood up, announcing, “I think I’ll make us some nice, warm soup. How does that sound?”

It took everything in Mingi not to let out a few celebratory howls, instead nodding his head eagerly, his shaggy brown hair bouncing. “I’ve always wanted to try your food. I can smell it from outside sometimes and it always makes my stomach rumble.”

You began to expertly chop up vegetables, stopping mid slice when you digested Mingi’s interesting choice of words. “So you know of me?”

“I-i do,” he nodded shyly, despite your back being turned away from him.

“Have you been watching me, Mingi?” you asked after a few more minutes of silence, your knife now slicing into the last few potatoes you had pulled from your garden before winter began.

“….Admiring you,” he gently corrected, knowing his big fluffy ears would be splayed out in embarrassment if they were there.

Just as you began to pour the cut up vegetables into the pot of boiling broth, you blushed and jolted suddenly from the implications of the handsome stranger’s words. Your elbow knocked into the side of your cleaver, causing it to slip off the edge of the wood counter. Before you could blink, Mingi had already caught the handle of the cleaver, slowly standing up by your side, officially displaying the sheer size difference between the two of you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, love…” Mingi set the cleaver back down onto the counter, reaching over to touch your hand with a gentleness you hadn’t experienced before.

The speed and quickness of Mingi’s reaction was incomprehensible; you were still reeling from it. Now he stood beside you, his size and stature more akin to a beast in human form than a simple man. Not only that, but the hand that was overlapping yours felt hot to the touch, like Mingi had a furnace burning away inside of him. You had heard stories of shapeshifters that lived in dense forests much like the one you called home. They had been around for centuries, living amongst themselves, never interacting with humans, able to take the form of beasts at will. You glanced out your window, peering up at the bright orb looming over you. It was a full moon, after all — but did myths like that really exist in the real world?

“Mingi…are you…?” Your words began to die inside your mouth as soon as the puzzle pieces began to fall into place inside your mind. You couldn’t deny the connection you felt with Mingi, knowing that your total isolation played a part in your desire to let him in. It clouded your mind. You were growing so tired, you almost didn’t seem to mind if he wasn’t strictly human.

Mingi smiled softly down at you, one of his canine teeth poking out past his plump lips, leaning himself down a bit to shorten the distance between you. He waited eagerly for you to finish your question, tilting his head to the side, having to blow his hair out of the way.

“Are you hungry?” you finally asked, lowering the flame on the stove so that the soup could settle now that it was ready to serve.

Mingi’s lips formed a silent ‘o’, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He thought you might’ve been on the same page about your mutual attraction, but he was beginning to suspect that his obsession with you was one sided. It’s not like you had imprinted on him; it was the other way around. Silly wolf.

Before Mingi could cry about it, he tasted something so delicious, he couldn’t help but let out an enthusiastic ‘mmm!’. You had slipped a soup spoon into his open mouth, allowing him to try the first homemade meal he’s ever had in his life, one that you had made for the both of you to share together within the sanctity of your cabin, away from the bitter isolation of the forest. He was a silly wolf, after all, because this, this was love.

“Good?” you gauged softly, your eyebrows upturned with sheepish anticipation.

“Good! Ahhh~” Mingi licked his lips and opened up again, savoring the warm, comforting feeling inside his stomach once you fed him another bite. “I’ve never had something this delicious before.”

“Oh, stop,” you blushed, pouring some soup into a bowl and handing it to Mingi, shocked to see him bring it up to his mouth and gulp it down. “Oh, you weren’t lying…were you?”

Mingi’s brown eyes were round, shiny like marbles, filled with unwavering sincerity. “Everything tastes better when you’re with the one you love…”

You almost choked on your own soup, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. “D-did I hear that right…?”

Mingi was a romantic at heart. He couldn’t help it, especially when the moon was so big and bright, glowing with everlasting light. She was reminding him to be brave. “Y/N, do you believe in love at first sight?”

Your heart thumped away inside your chest, a steady reminder that you were alive, and not alone for the first time in a long time. “I think I might…Is that crazy?”

Mingi brought his hand up to his face to hide the way it scrunched up with pure joy, his cheeks rosy and full of warmth. “If it is, then I must be too.”

“Where…have you been all this time? I’ve been waiting…for someone like you…” You slowly reached up to pull his hand down, bringing it to your own face, pressing your cold cheek into his large palm. “For someone to keep me warm.”

He had been there all this time; you just hadn’t seen him yet. But now, you would see all of him. Without thinking, Mingi brought his other hand to your face, gently cupping your cheeks and bringing himself down so that he could press his lips onto yours. It took everything in him to pull away just enough to whisper, “I’m here now. Is that…better?”

For the first time, you felt like you could let your guard down, not be the lonely, hardened hunter you had to be. Now that you were safe, you could take a rest. “Better,” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around Mingi’s neck just in time to lay against his chest, losing the strength to stay awake.

You woke up to the sensation of something intensely warm wrapped around you from behind, someone’s lips idly pressed to the nape of your neck, what felt like fluffy ears twitching near your hair, the soft fur tickling your exposed skin. The air around you was hot and heavy like you were stuck inside an oven, an enticing aroma of spiced cinnamon and woody musk clouding your senses. Your eyelids fluttered open, first noticing two strong arms locked around your middle, realizing Mingi was holding you close to him, his heated chest pressing into your back.

Overcome by the memories of earlier, the forgotten intimacy of being touched and held by someone, the intense pheromones you were practically doused in, and the want, the need to be truly seen by Mingi, despite having just met a few hours ago, you attempted to turn around to face him, only to have him tighten his grip just enough to keep you still. “M-mingi, I want to look at you…I’m not mad, I just–”

“Do you know what you’re getting into, love?” he whispered in a gravelly voice into your ear, sounding like he had just woken up out of a deep sleep, sending a rush of goosebumps across your skin with just his words. “I’m not…what you think I am.”

You sheepishly pushed back against Mingi, hearing him let out a soft groan, knowing he was just as satisfied with the way your body felt against his. “I already know, Mingi…I trust you. I’m not scared.” You felt his grip loosen up around your waist, opting to cement his hands around your waist.

His lips were now pressing directly onto the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “Do you know what I am, Y/N? Do you wish to see?”

“I do…”

It was then that Mingi climbed on top of you, his broad naked body keeping the glowing orange light of the fire from reaching you, the pelt you had offered him earlier falling into a pile on the side of the bed. Filled with a sense of lustful wonder, you studied Mingi, your half-closed eyes trailing along his tan skin, noticing how his wound had already healed completely, unable to ignore the arousing addition of his elongated canine teeth and the way his tongue ran across them. “You’re a…werewolf…”

Mingi’s fluffy wolf ears twitched slightly, listening closely to the way your breath hitched. “Most would be scared of me, but you…you like this.”

You swallowed harshly, still finding it very difficult to breathe in the air around you, Mingi’s dominating presence further encouraging you to submit. “Will you eat me?”

Mingi let out a small puff of air through his nose, the corners of his mouth curling up into an amused smile, lowering himself further onto you, knowing his heavy cock was pressing into your heat through your linen trousers. His lips ghosted along your jaw, the bushy end of his tail gliding back and forth along one of your ankles, replicating the light strokes of a paintbrush. “Only in the way that would have you begging for more.” The small moan that escaped your throat didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi. He nosed at your neck, resisting the urge to lick and bite at it. “Though, i won’t do anything without your permission, love.”

You cupped your hands around his heated face, your insides feeling as if they had been set ablaze. “Do with me what you will, Mingi. I insist.”

When Mingi’s lips parted, you pressed yours onto them with a fervor you didn’t realize you possessed. The kiss grew more and more intense, the two of you holding onto one another as though you were afraid it all would end too soon, taking turns licking into each other’s willing mouths, breathing in each other’s air when you grew dizzy.

Growing frustrated with the lack of skin on skin contact, Mingi pushed his large hands up past the hem of your woolen top and slid it off of you, admiring the soft curves of your exposed breasts, before his desperation kicked in and he nuzzled his face against them, sighing onto your skin. “Beautiful…” He dragged his tongue up in between your tits, grabbing one while he sucked desperately on the other, a low growl erupting from his throat.

“Mingi,” you moaned out, your back arching, only encouraging him to see what other pretty noises he could get you to make, gasping when his sharp teeth teased your sensitive nipples.

He licked over them to ease the sudden bout of pain, unable to keep himself from sucking one of them into his mouth, apologizing with his upturned eyebrows and his big, round eyes.

You simply couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him to make a mess of your aching cunt, feeling your wetness stick to the thin linen material of your pants as you kicked them off. “Mingi, more, please, need more…”

The werewolf knew what you needed when your fingers slid into his soft hair, leaving kisses along your bare body as he moved down south, getting himself comfortable between your spread thighs. “You want me to eat you up, yeah?” He spread your pussy open with his thumbs, nosing at it to inhale your flowery scent, quite aware that it bumped into your clit when he gave your slit an experimental lick, just enough to collect your essence on his tongue. “My beloved needs me to ravage her?”

“Yes, plea–oh, my god,” you reacted whinily, your thighs involuntarily pressing into the sides of his head just as he dove in, which he grabbed onto, pushing them up and out of his way, his lips and tongue already working in tandem to drive you to a place of pleasure you’ve never been before.

Mingi devoured your cunt in true animalistic fashion, licking and slurping up your juices as soon as it spilled out of you, just to spit it it back onto your slit and drink it all down, eventually plugging you up with his large tongue to feel you throb, unable to keep himself from fucking you with it until you began to cry out his name in between unintelligible words, your fingers tugging on his hair.

So good, it’s so good, nnnghh, i’m–” You cut yourself off once your impending orgasm took over your body, barely able to register Mingi rubbing soft circles into your shaking thighs and leaving kisses across your inner thigh and on your sensitive clit. You were finally brought back to earth when Mingi’s arousal coated tongue slipped into your mouth, his heated body pressing heavily into yours, gasping into his mouth as soon as Mingi began to desperately rut against you, doing your best to swallow his drool. It was when he whimpered that you broke the desperate kiss, asking softly, “What is it, dear? Tell me what you need.”

“Need you, need to be inside you,” Mingi exhaled against your jaw, letting out a few shaky breaths, unable to keep himself from sinking his claws into your sheets, clearly at his limit. “Can I…? Please?”

“Have your way with me, Mingi,” you granted his wish, welcoming him with open arms, just as he folded you up into a mating press and began to pound himself into you.

Mingi knew that such an intimate position would almost guarantee that you would home his pups after the very first knot. It drove him crazy. He couldn’t help but fuck into you as hard and fast as he could, emitting a animalistic grunt or growl with each thrust he made into your dripping cunt, a few drops of drool escaping past his plump lips and landing on your flushed, sweat-ridden face. “You’re mine now, love. My mate. I’m going to breed you.”

“Y–ours…!” you could barely enunciate, not when he kept punching the air out of your petite body when his oversized one came in contact with yours, his heavy cock continually slipping back into your willing hole with so much ease, it was clear that you were made for him.

“Mine. My pretty little mate, all for me.” It was then that Mingi bit down into your neck, hard enough that he could leave his mark on you, a white hot streak of pleasure shooting through your spine as he did so.

It felt so good, you could’ve swore you were already cumming, dragging your nails down his broad back, your eyes disappearing underneath your fluttering eyelashes. The werewolf didn’t seem to get tired, no matter how many times you came undone, his large hands still tugging on your hips, forcefully guiding you back onto his cock as though you were a simple doll, at least until you felt a new sensation, something stretching you open even further. “Haaah, it’s so big…”

“That’s my knot, love. Will you take it, Y/N?” he panted into your ear, licking and nibbling at it as his husky voice finally penetrated your hazy mind.

“Yes, give it to me, please, Min…”

He hummed against your skin, running his hands along the soft edges of your heated body. “I’ll breed you full…so full of my cum, you’ll be carrying my pups by the next full moon.”

Something about what Mingi said altered the state of your mind on a primal level, your thighs automatically hooking around the werewolf’s waist, your arms around his neck to hold him impossibly close. You wouldn’t be alone anymore. You had a “mate,” like Mingi had lovingly coined the phrase. You would be his, and he was yours, and something so simple made you feel safe.

“Yes, please.”

It wasn’t the heavy knot that stretched you wide and locked you in that brought tears to your eyes, but the sudden, hot, seemingly endless rush of cum that flooded your womb that made you cry. Mingi rubbed gentle circles over the small pouch that joined the prominent bulge his cock made inside your abdomen. “You did so well, love, so good for me,” he cooed at you, giving your cheek a few loving licks. “You were made for me.”

“I was just thinking that,” you sighed softly, running your fingers through his matted, sweaty hair, loving how it felt to have him still stay inside you, keeping all his love from pouring out. It just felt right. Being here with Mingi felt right, like you had always been waiting for him to fall into your life.

“That’s because you’re my other half.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before resting his against yours. “It was destined.”

“For me to shoot you with an arrow?” you joked, reaching up to gently play with one of his furry ears.

Mingi nuzzled into your touch, wanting to stay with you in that moment, that warm bed, that cozy little cabin that kept you both safe for as long as he could. “I would get shot a million times over, if it meant that I could meet you again.”

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ℂ𝕠𝕕𝕖 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝔸𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖: ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕀

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕎𝕤: Depression, Homelessness of a Character, Poverty, Swearing, Injury, Near Death Experience, Death Wish, Mental Health Recovery, Blood, Hospital Visit, Malnourishment, Anxiety, Mentions of Childhood Abandonment and Death of a Family Member.

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Hello, I wonder where you are and what you’re doing as you read this letter

Right now I’m 15 and there are things worrying me that I can’t talk to anyone about

I thought that if I wrote a letter to my future selfI could tell you all the things that I’ve kept bottled up inside me

Right now I feel like I can’t win, like I want to cry, like I’ll just disappearWho am I supposed to trust to get me through this?I’ve only got one heart and it’s been broken apart so many timesI’m living in the painful presentI’m living in it now

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Freezing. It’s always freezing the longer a person stays out.

But for some reason it felt exceptionally cold this time of year. Call it coincidence or bad timing— it wouldn’t matter anyway.

Because for him it meant…

“F-Fuck.” His icy lips chattered against the break of his jacket. He curled into himself in an attempt to savor any ounce of heat that he could get from his own body.

He had found a remote corner, in a back alley that no one would go down, that had a small heating system next to it. It belonged to the business next door, Nashimura’s, who kicked their heating up for the brunt of the winter. The warmth from the hot steam that would emanate out and swirl around his body would help to keep him warm as he slept or ate whatever scraps of food he was able to salvage.

Yet today, on one of the harshest days all season, they had closed early and turned the heater off. As the flame slowly went out of it, he began to feel the direness of the situation that he was in.

The chills surged up from his feet and fingertips, reaching the center of his body like pin needles. Every gust, even the smallest one, sent shocks of shivers down his spine, violent tremors filling his body, with blue toned lips to match. He tried to keep his iced fingers tucked under his armpits, praying to every god— none of which he believed in— that he would not lose them.

He couldn’t afford that. He couldn’t afford anything.

And if he didn’t find another spot, anywhere that was warm, he would die. Surely he would. And the worst part, no one would find him.

His bones snapped and cracked into motion to push his body up from the ground. He didn’t dare to take his hands out from their warming spot, instead hurrying out of the alleyway.

Somewhere nice. Yes. Somewhere like his image of home.

The streets were decorated with strung lights, each bulb a different shade of the rainbow, one prettier than the rest. People giggled and gossiped on the streets, young girls standing close enough to their friends so they could hear each other's words, and drunken men watching them go by with small smiles changing their faces.

It was joyful and happy, with champagne and cigarettes, loud music and shy glances.

Mother would have loved to see all this. And if it were snowing, even better.

Not a single person noticed him as he brushed past them. Except maybe the occasional one, who had more money in his pockets than to know what to do with, that spared him the unnerved look— as if he were a dog whose shit he had just stepped in. Disgusting.

“I didn’t know a person could smell like that..” The man mumbled under the cold wisp of his breath, his girlfriend shushing him with a small hit to the chest and a short giggle, ushering them along.

He doesn’t know what it’s like to have a stench this putrid of sewage. To scavenge for any bit of clothing you can put together to barely cover exposed body parts— even if it meant having to steal something soiled or dirty. He had to stay alive.

When you’re at that point, you don’t care about how it gets on you. It needs to stay on and protect everything. And it was doing just that.

A rough knock brought a woman, hair up in different pins and rollers to the door. She gazed dejectedly over his shivering form, rolling her eyes lightly.

“There’s no room for ya. We’re all booked out, sweetie.” Her gum snapped back and forth.

“P-Please..I just n-need to w-warm my hands for a l-little bit. I-I don’t need a b-bed.” His eyes fell shut, another shock racking down his body.

“There’s a pot out back that Ibura put a fire in for the boys. Go back there.”

“N-No, I’m n-not good with them. L-Last time they t-took my shoes while I was s-sleeping and it took a whole f-f-fucking month for me to get another pair.” He voluntarily cut himself off, feeling a swirl of emotions surge. The woman let out a short sigh, pulling her faux coat closed around her midsection before stepping outside, shutting the warm air off.

“Look. I can give Matsumi a call and see if she has room, but it’s the holidays, honey. Most places are gonna be full no matter where ya go. People are all trying to be inside. And we just don’t have any more space.” She folded her arms across her chest, tucking them under the fur. He turned his gaze away as tears brimmed at the corner of his eyes.

“My mother did everything for you to keep this place open. She gave you every single dime.” The woman let out a harsh sigh from his words, shifting from one foot to the other. He moved a bit closer to her, hurt beyond belief. “If it wasn’t for everything she gave to you, you wouldn’t have this building or a job left.”

“Excuse me?” Her neck rolled, eyes narrowed at him. Her intimidation was more than his could ever be, backing him down one step as she leered over him with a scowl.

“I’ll have you fucking know that I put in the damn work to make this place grow from where it used to be. That’s right, me. Not your lousy fucking mother. Me.” She stabbed his chest with the point of her nail with every punctuation of her words.

“She gave me every single dime? Is that what she told ya? Well, let me give you a news flash. Your mother didn’t have any damn money, at least not what she was fucking alluding to. She gave me whatever she could fucking spare off your no-good father, who could barely give her enough to feed you and herself, you ungrateful fucking brat.” She shoved him off the last two stairs flat on his ass, spitting as she spoke through flares of anger.

“And I don’t owe her a damn thing nor do I owe you. I kept you off the streets for three whole months when we were way overbooked to have another person in here, just like she would have asked me to. And what did you do? You ran around doing god knows what, instead of getting the damn job like I asked ya to.” Roughly opening the door back, she lightly shook off her coat, fixing him with a hard stare, her words cutting through the already iced air roughly. “You’re cut off. And don’t ya dare come back here with nonsense. Understand?”

His body jolted from the rough slam of the door, all the air that he had been holding in slowly filtering out along with a short, choked sob. Tears trickled down his face as he looked towards the sky that was free of stars.

No…there’s no way that can’t…

He shifted from foot to foot as he walked further down the sidewalk, lights and decorations long gone. It was empty and quiet, besides the small sounds of people talking amongst themselves outside or a TV radiating out a slightly cracked window. The longer he walked, the heavier his tears fell.

What had his life become? How much did he hurt in his past life to have been born into one so degrading, so low in nature that he was meant to stray along like this? He had found his parents to be liars, a memory he wished to not have for the entirety of his life. That would mean that everything he had believed— their care for him, how much they were willing to give for others in an act of selflessness— was a false narrative, made to make him not know the reality of the life was born into.

One that really had no hope. Not even a small chance.

Caught up in his own thoughts, he missed the lifted edge of the sideway from the ground, stubbing the tip of his shoe against it and going flying forward. He braced his hands in front of him and yelled out in pain when it smashed against the brick wall of the side of a building.

“G-God…S-Shit..” He cursed and shook, bringing his hands up into view once he collected himself from being on his stomach. Through bleary eyes, he saw blue and purple beginning to bloom and decorate his wrist to the base of his palm. Any sudden movement brought an immense amount of pain to it. The other hand was scratched up and bloody, with bits of debris and possibly ash covering some of the worst parts.

At least he still had one good hand. That was better than nothing, right?

One good hand. He felt his entire body go numb as he sat there staring into his hands.

What would one hand be good for? With the cuts in it and all the crap inside of it, it would be like having one good foot to walk on with nothing to aid but bracing against a wall.

He didn’t bother to stop the tears that freely fell down his face as he found comfort in the fetal position on the ground.

In that moment, more than any other time in his life, he wished that this would be the end for him. Maybe his life could turn into one of those stories that his grandmother used to tell him— the reincarnated heroes who had been blessed to live another life that was more beautiful as a forgiveness from the world for their suffering.

As his body succumbed to the cold, his eyes flickered up to the sky where snow started to fall in small clumps onto the ground.

He could have sworn, in the last moments of his consciousness, he saw a small ring in the sky, where the snow did not dare to pass, keeping his face relatively clean. The stars gleamed brighter than he had ever watched.

A stream of light— the brightest tail sparkling behind it.

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A short jingle, somewhere in the distance— it's a beautiful chime similar to the ones that would emanate from a children’s toy box— trickled its way into his ears.

It was almost too faint to hear.

There was a soft gush of the wind, cold and fluid with its push through the strips of grass and leaves, curled over his body, through his hair to kiss lightly on his fingertips.

His fingers began to twitch under the bed of foliage.

Then the second chime came, only slightly longer than the last but was certainly jarring.

He jolted upward, his fingers clutched to his chest, gasping for air.

What happened? Where was he?

Peering around the area, he noticed a familiar tree hanging down not more than a few feet from him.

Each branch was decorated with small adornments of fruits, ones that looked like stars and mini tear drops, sparkling under the hazy light of the sun. In the middle of the bunch, he noticed a small Persimmon dangling, splotches of different shades of orange and red covering it.

It looked similar to the one that he had seen in his grandmother’s backyard, years ago when he was living in the Nara prefecture.

The one that grew on her strange tree in the strange part of year, as all the surrounding neighbors would tell her. The longer it stayed on the tree, the bigger it grew inside and the more vibrant it became.

It suddenly was the staple of her legacy . The Nara Persimmon Woman.

“I was hoping you would remember it.”

The voice swirled through the wind, carrying leaves above his head. Before they reached too high, a blur of white cut through the curling breeze, spinning the foliage in every which direction whilst almost knocking Nakamoto off his feet.

His head looked toward the direction of where the figure went, only noticing the trees groaning and shifting from the sudden burst.

“R-Remember what?” He spoke hesitantly through a tense jaw, noticing the heavy silence that fell through the forest. A shiver ripped up to his shoulders as a loud crack was heard between the two trees from earlier that the beast launched through.

A burst of wind exploded high up into the sky, followed by a loud melodic roar and the rush of heavy wings pushing everything within its force away. He steadied himself against the base of a rock to keep from being blown away, using one hand to shade his eyes to look towards the sky.

Floating above the break in the trees, an ivory dragon laid its eyes on him. Emerald and hazelnut scales glimmered in the light in contrast to his mix matched eyes, though no evil laid within them.

He was merely peering at him, perplexed and curious about his appearance in this world.

The boy cautiously stood from his feet, keeping his eyes locked onto the majestic beast. “Was it you who said that to me?”

“Of course not. That was me.”

The voice came directly behind him, nearly making him jump out of his skin had he not remembered the rock that was behind him. A woman with a seafoam blue kimono and lavender hair pieces adorning her hair stood in front of him, a gentle smile gracing her face.

“I take it that Riku is quite curious and fond of you.”

“The—You mean the dragon?”

“Yes. Although he’s not normally nice to those he isn’t familiar with.” Riku lowered himself to the ground, curling up like a big puppy at the base of the woman’s feet. She leaned herself against his shimmering body as a comfortable space to strum her fingers against her biwa.

Music filled the space, each note making the flora blossom and shift their bodies to its melodic sound. He felt himself relax down onto the plush ground in front of her, listening intently up until the last note. The woman ran her fingers against Riku's mane.

“I sense pain inside of you. Why are you hurting so much?”

“Because I’ve been hurt a lot.” was the way he simply put it.

The overarching amount of pain that he has been through stretched back too far for him to remember, not that he would even want to. Asking something of that caliber was almost too much to say all at once.

He thought too deep and heavily towards specific moments subconsciously, not noticing the way that the sky grew darker and the beauty of the open forest had fallen sullen with him as teardrops began to fall from his eyes.

“What makes you cry and feel so terribly?” Her voice remained soft with hands clasped around one of his. The brunette lowered his head in shame.

“All of my life, I wanted to live a life in paradise like this. My whole family wanted peace. But instead we suffered at the hands of other people— hurting ourselves in the process to stay afloat.” He lifted his head to meet her eyes, a choked sob leaving him as she moved his hair out of his face.

“I don’t want to feel this pain anymore. I want to live.”

“Even those that live feel pain. A life is not a life without pain and beauty. We must live through pain to find our way to the peaceful side.” She wiped the rest of his tears away, holding his face in her hands.

It hurt more that she was right then to feel the way that he felt right now.

Had the world cursed him to live such a life because he was just the person that seemed befitting of it? Was his past life so malevolent that he was being punished to suffer through years of pain for his crimes?

For whatever way the world saw fit of his existence on Earth, he wanted no part of it anymore.

“I want to stay here.” He pleaded, gripping her wrists.

“This place was made in memory of my life from when I was younger— a time where I felt happiness and nothing else. I want to have mercy, patience, love and joy again. I won’t get it back out there.”

The woman let go of his face, shifting to face him directly with his trembling fingers in between hers. With a painful tinge in her heart, she shook her head.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not time yet for you to go. You cannot stay here. You must go back.”

Before he could reel himself away and let his feelings swallow him, she squeezed his hands.

“Your life is too precious, against what you may believe it to be. You have so much in your life ahead of you, beauty that is to come. I’m not meant to share this with you unless blessings are bestowed to me, but as one that doesn’t have much to give, I felt that this could be the exception.” The angelic woman brought them both to their feet, the colors of the world beginning to brighten and blur once more.

“Give it time. When the moment is right, you will know.” Opening his palm, she tucked a small pouch inside, closing his fingers around it with an endearing smile.

“Trust me.” As if on command, Riku rose and bowed his body for her to board, a small rumble leaving his throat. She ran her fingers through the charmed spots on his back, eyes falling back on the boy as he walked a bit closer.

He felt, as his eyes lingered longer on her appearance and the ascents of her attire, there was something that was familiar to him. He felt like he had known her, or rather, she had been connected with him somehow throughout his life. He couldn’t explain it– something that his brain had seemingly blocked or kept from him.

“Wait. How do I know you?” He inquired.

All that he received was a brighter smile, nodding in the direction behind him.

“Go back now.”

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“—I think he’s waking up now!”

Beeping monitors, feet quickly moving against something that sounded like tile— it probably was tile— and voices, both coming from women, entered his ears in a rush.

“Let me see his vitals.”

“They’re still a bit lower than they need to be. Please go and deliver this to Mr. Choi.”

At that moment, his eyes finally opened, although they were a bit blurry. They took a moment to focus and his brain to catch up to where the hell he was.

Warm. I’m warm.

He shifted what he could of his head, noticing a doctor, looking peculiarly at his data chart with furrowed brows. The way her face scrunched up couldn’t help but bring a small chuckle and smile to his dazed face.

His aunt used to make that face any time she had to read instructions, his mom hitting her and telling her to get her eyes checked because she can’t read anything with her piss poor sight.

“I can fucking see! It’s just hard to read all of this, it’s complicated!”

Their bickering, always playful, made him laugh all the time.

“Ah! You’re finally awake.” The doctor’s voice brought his attention back, adjusting the glasses on the brim of her nose. She lowered some of the blankets that had been put around his neck down to his collarbone.

“I’m going to ask you some basic questions just to make sure your memory is still intact. Is that alright?”

He gave her a small nod.

“Just answer as honestly as possible!”

Her voice was more vibrant and bubbly than what he had expected of a doctor.

“Do you know where you are right now?”

“Hospital.” He croaked out. She scribbled something onto the clipboard, rolling a chair over to sit directly next to his bed.

“Good. And do you know what day it is?” She shut one eye while checking his with a light, a small hum leaving her lips.

“December 24th. Christmas Eve.”

“And your name, date of birth?”

“Nakamoto Yuta. October 26th. Born in 95.”

“That’s great, thank you!”

She stood up just as a nurse peaked their head through the door. Their voices sounded a bit echoed in his ears as he stared at the ceiling, trying not to succumb to sleep again.

Everything felt so cozy and warm. He could finally feel his feet after what felt like years.

His body felt nice. Everything felt nice, like how he would have imagined.

His eyes had only been closed for a few minutes before he felt a hand on his shoulder. Opening them, the doctor and the nurse were smiling gently.

“I know you must be so exhausted, but I think a meal is in order now, no?”

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What does it feel like to be starving for a long time? Not having what would be classified as a “decent meal”— or certainly one that was well balanced. Something they may not share with you after not having adequate meals for a significant amount of time is that your body will find what is being placed inside of it as foreign.

In other words, your body forgets how to act as a body. Digestion, extracting nutrients to fuel your body, all of the necessities to replenishing your body with all the essentials that it needs.

You have to train yourself again to regain what you have lost.

“What is this?” His brows furrowed at the platter in front of him.

Although his state had been distorted since he came here, he was almost entirely sure that this was not one of those moments.

“I know it’s not the most appealing or appetizing meal.” the nurse relayed sympathetically. “But it’s all that your body will be able to stomach, I’m afraid.”

A bowl of something that looked similar to oatmeal, but lacked any sort of color whatsoever was placed on a small tray table in front of him. He might have thought of it to be some kind of porridge— but even that would look more enticing than this.

“Try your best to eat as much as you can of it so that you will feel better and have more energy.” She moved around to change his IV bags that started to get a bit low. He took a small spoonful into his mouth, grimacing as he swallowed small bits at a time.

“How did I get here?” He questioned in between a few gnarly bites, drawing his eyes closed from the texture.

“Ah! I suppose we didn’t get around to telling you that!” She rubbed her neck sheepishly. Yuta raised an eyebrow as he chewed.

“It seems that a good samaritan found you on the side of the road. He was so concerned about your condition that he brought you straight here, on his back no less!”

A man saved me? Yuta’s eyebrows pulled together.

“It’s a good thing that he brought you here when he did. A second too late and you could have— well, let’s not be too grim!”

As if everything about this hasn’t been. Yuta heaved out a huge sigh, eyes downcasted on his food.

He couldn’t help but think about the horror that the poor man must have felt seeing him in whatever condition he was in.

Forget about the condition he was in..how on Earth was he going to pay for all of the treatment he received.

It wasn’t until now that he noticed the cast around his wrist alongside the luxuriousness of the hospital room that he was in. Everything looked so modern and completely out of a range of any price he could afford.

I can’t imagine what the bills were like for just one night here..

At that moment, the doctor returned through the partially opened door.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Nakamoto. But there is someone who wants to see you.”

A confused look crossed his face as a man walked through the door alongside the doctor. He certainly was not a part of his family or even close to a person he would have known through passing or past jobs.

No, this man was a lot cleaner cut than anyone he had ever met.

His clothes managed to look expensive despite the simplicity of them. It was difficult to tell if he was trying to be modest in this or did it from sheer attention seeking prerogatives.

Either way, he was certainly handsome to say the least.

“Mr. Nakamoto, this is Mr. Choi. He is the one who brought you into us after finding you in the alleyway.”

Out of everything that he could have prayed for, he would have wished that the person finding him nearly at the pearly gates would be someone of a lower class— like a dad taking his kids home from a holiday get together or maybe a restaurant owner who was heading home in the brunt of the cold and snow.

But, nope. With his piss perfect fucking luck, it was a rich man who had to bring him to the hospital— shit smell and all— whose water he probably wouldn’t be able to afford.

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Behind a closed door and hidden from the watchful eyes of hospital staff, Yuta expected Mr. Choi to exhibit the same demeanor as those of people he has worked under. Though, it was hard to say if his outward impression was all a facade or not.

He didn’t push Yuta to say anything, he kept his distance from him as he did in the beginning, and merely amused himself with the assortment of paintings around the room and out of the window at people walking down the street.

“You should have left me out there.” The boy didn’t care to correct his bluntness, trying to eat more of the food that the nurse gave him. Mr. Choi watched a particular couple that was walking with their arms linked together. Although they were attached to each other closely, they both didn’t have an ounce of happiness on their faces.

“I don’t believe in leaving people in dire situations out to fend for themselves. Especially if they are incapable of doing so.” He only looked a bit of his shoulder towards Yuta, noticing the way that the boy’s shoulders slumped, putting his spoon down.

“Well, I hate to be rude, but you’ve put me in a worse situation than before.” Yuta turned to him with sunken eyes.

“As you probably could already tell from the way that you found me, I don’t exactly have the money to be able to afford to pay for any sort of hospital bill. I don’t have insurance, savings or anything that could cover for even a fraction of this.”

“That’s no matter. The fee has already been waved.”

“Excuse me?”

“I know that you wouldn’t be able to afford it.” Mr. Choi drew his attention back towards him, perching his hands comfortably on the windowsill, head cocked to the side.

“What mattered most was getting you the treatment that you needed, not the cost of it. When the situation was that dire, monetaries shouldn’t matter.”

What a life that would be to not have to think about the money…

If he said something like that, he must have a lot of it.

“What do you want from me?” The rich man’s head fell to the other side at the question, raising an eyebrow.

“What do I want from you? Nothing.”

“Oh, come on.” Yuta exasperated, letting his spoon fall into the soup.

“You’re telling me that you did this whole heroic act of saving me from freezing my ass off outside, brought me here to this glorious hospital, paid for my entire hospital bill and you don’t want anything from me?”

He had been down this road before, learning all too quickly that kind hand outs were never truly kind gestures. Behind every nice thing that someone has ever done for him, they always wanted something in return.

Every single fucked up thing he ever did, karma always made its way back to him.

That’s the reason why he was here in the first place. And the last thing he needed was to be taken advantage of again.

“Well,” Mr. Choi continued, “I would like to see that you aren’t on the streets again with nowhere to go. So, allow me to house you for the time being— a bed to sleep in, bathroom, refrigerator— all the amenities you would need to be comfortable. And if you’re uncomfortable with this sort of thing, there’s a coffee shop just down the road. Had a sign in the window looking for people to hire. You can take a job there and put that money towards the place.”

“Like hell that would be enough to accommodate a place like that.”

“It’s a start.” The man took a few steps closer to him, eyes trained on him carefully to monitor his movements of discomfort or fear. He was met with none, only the look of anger and annoyance from two tired-stricken eyes.

“Look, I don’t know if you’re one of those guys that gets off to helping the poor people on the street— but I don’t need any of that. What I do with my life is not your problem and does not need any of your concern. Thank you for the help, but I don’t need it anymore.”

Neither offense nor anger crossed the man’s face, perplexed and intrigued seemed more befitting for the situation.

It was almost as if Yuta had reacted in the way that Mr. Choi would have expected, falling into the palm of his hands so beautifully that it made him feel satisfaction in the way everything was playing out.

“Very well, then. I hope that your recovery will be quick and that you see yourself to not be on the streets again.” Mr. Choi curtly bowed, stalking over to the door with a level of eloquence not before fixing Yuta with one last look.

“I truly hope it will go into your favor.”

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Not a month or two since he had been discharged from the hospital, did things somewhat change for him.

He had been lucky enough to have been put back out on the streets at a time in which businesses were hiring, searching for people who needed something to fill their pockets over the holidays.

One in particular, encased in the delicately framed letters that one would see in a fairy tale book, read Silent Tea— a mirror to being somewhat close to the quiet and quaint feeling of a library combined with that of a cafe.

Yuta had found the atmosphere to be reminiscent of something from his past that he couldn’t pinpoint. Whatever it was drew him into the stores and next behind the counter to take orders and make drinks.

“Make sure you don’t forget to check your time, Nakamoto.” a flat tone rang from his left coming from his coworker Mina, swiping down every counter of ground beans and water to avoid being bitched at by their manager for the mess.

She had been there for slightly a bit longer than he had, being somewhat of an assistant manager, who took over every ounce of duty that had to do with keeping the newbies from screwing up.

The Nara boy had been pretty good with her, minus his time management and letting himself rest to eat lunch and relax.

“I’ll go after the line is cleared up.” He spoke, thanking the customer in front of him as he handed her change, one that she dropped into the tip jar on the counter, decorated with stickers and labels.

Everyone who came into the place seemed to be genuine and kind, something that he wasn’t entirely used to, but never not once let his guard down for.

With customers satisfied, drinks in hand to leave out and start their days or sit down and enjoy inside, Yuta went to unravel his apron from around himself. A chime coming from the front door stopped his hands and, well his whole movement as a matter of fact.

A pair of feline eyes met him alongside that all too handsome face.

To say that he had almost forgotten the man existed was an understatement, if the heat creeping up his face and the swiftness of pulling off his apron had anything to do with it.

“Can I take your order?” Mina hesitantly inquired, noticing a weirdness between the man and her newbie. The question gave Yuta enough chance to hang his apron on his assigned hook and grab his small bag.

How did he even know that he was working here? Was he really stalking him that hard? Or maybe he had some sort of private investigator that was on his every move, so he wouldn’t have to make it look like that was following him.

Why me? Why fucking me? Is all that Yuta’s mind could even question as he tried to B-line his way to the door and out of sight from his alleged stalker. And it surely would have been swift and easy for him, had it not been for a smooth hand ceremoniously grabbing his wrist on the way out the door.

“I was hoping you would have at least said hello before leaving out on your break.” The sweetest of his tone rang through Yuta’s ears, following a sigh that the boy had been holding in. He finally turned and met his eyes, the same curiosity and gentleness bleeding into his demeanor.

“Care to sit and talk with me for a moment?”

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That’s how he ended up here, sitting in the corner of his workplace, alone with his savior once more. He fiddled with the hem of his jagged edged shirt, seeing Mina watching him from his peripherals— looking damn near ready to pounce and call the police if Yuta gave her the signal.

Mr. Choi brought the cup of brewed coffee to his lips, not caring to blow away the steam as he took a light sip, humming in satisfaction at the taste.

“I’m glad to see you’re doing better. You look healthier since the last time I saw you.” The mug made a small clang as he brought it down onto the table, crossing one leg over the other.

“I guess you could say I feel at ease knowing that you are doing better than before.”

Was this confession supposed to make him feel thankful that somebody cared about him?

In an attempt to clear out his racing thoughts, Yuta attempted to pick up his coffee to drink only to spill half of it over, across the round table and dripping onto the floor. He sputtered, reaching for the napkins when a pair of hands reached their first, ignoring the eyes of other patrons as he cleaned up the mess.

God, if only the floor could swallow him whole or at least let him disappear so he wouldn’t have to feel so fucking embarrassed right now.

“Is everything alright over here?” Mina kept her voice leveled with a mop in hand, keeping her eyes locked on Yuta as the boy hid half of his face inside of his shirt.

“Yes, everything is fine.” The man looked up at her and flashed her a kind smile.

She wasn’t particularly concerned about hearing it from him though, waiting patiently with the wooden handle held tightly in her grasp.

Yuta quietly collected himself and spoke softly, “It’s okay. I just spilled my coffee because it was a little hot.”

Not true, but would at least give Mina the memo to walk away now.

Thankfully, she took the hint, mopping up the rest of the spill before being brought back to the counter upon hearing the squeaky panicked voice of another newbie, Hinata, fumbling with the coffee maker.

With the area around them silent again, Yuta finally let himself be pressed back against the curved loveseat, letting out a long drawn out exhale from between his lips.

“Why are you here?” Was the only thing he could muster out, feeling tired more than anything from this entire situation.

“I really don’t trust, nor like, people— let alone strangers who follow me around.”

“I’m not sure what you mean. This is my first time seeing you in months.” Whether or not he was trying to keep a playful tone, Yuta wasn’t having any of it, as made apparent by the slightly ticked off look on his face, shaking his head to busy himself with stirring the liquid of what was left in his drink with a spoon.

“Are you coming to collect the money I owe you for the hospital bill?”

“Heavens no. I told you that I wasn’t going to have you pay that back.”

“Then what do you want?”

No words came from the other side of the table for a moment, drawing Yuta’s attention up to find Mr. Choi looking out towards the window.

He had spotted a child across the street, bouncing excitedly over the sidewalk lines with a small doll in her hand. Her parents trailed behind her with small chatter coming from the two, laughing lightly at their daughter as she nearly stumbled over her own two feet. Her father scooped her, spinning her around, up and onto his shoulders, a small silly pep to his step as they disappeared on the other side of the corner, the wife shaking her head and quickening her steps to catch up with them.

“I wonder what it is like for people to just be born into great lives, not having to worry about the bad or the dangerous things that have been planted into our world.” His voice was hushed, almost above a whisper, bringing his attention back to Yuta. “Don’t you?”

He wonders what it’s like? Doesn’t he already have that life?

The boy raised an eyebrow at him, bringing the mug up to his lips. “I don’t really have time to think about things like that.”

“But if you did,” Mr. Choi continued, pushing his clasped hands further inward on the table, “would you take it? Take the chance, I mean.”

“I’m pretty sure anyone would.”

“Not just anyone. I mean just you.”

A wash of confusion went across Yuta’s face. “Huh?”

“What would you do to have a new life, a new start— where you don’t have to care about anything else in the world?”

A new start..

As much as he liked working here at the coffee shop, it wasn’t home for him. He still had to use every last dime to pay for the run down place he had managed to get, thanks to his manager , and still barely had enough money to be able to buy the things he desperately needed— new shoes, clothes that weren’t so destroyed.

At least he didn’t smell like shit and piss, right?

But it wasn’t enough for him.

Circling back to that night, whatever it was that he could remember from the visions he saw, came back to him in a sudden rush.

The heavenly atmosphere of the small forest in the woods. The fruit trees. The dragon and the mysterious woman.

He wasn’t one to believe in other worldly beings— none of them had ever brought him the luck that he desired so why would he ever do so— and yet there was something about her that stayed with him.

She felt like someone that was familiar to him, that he had known for a long time. Her presence didn’t make him feel fearful. He trusted her.

Was this what she was speaking about— the way that life was destined to fall for him? The one that he should see through if he had any intention of his life turning out better?

There’s no way that she could be wrong.

This was his chance.

Without thinking, Yuta reached forward to clasped Mr. Choi’s hands between his, much to the man’s surprise, with desperation. “I’ve wanted that for my entire life. Do you know someone who can help me?”

Mr. Choi held his hands gently, brushing the pad of his fingers over Yuta’s. “My family and I can help you.”

It was then that a document was moved into Yuta’s line of sight, followed by a pen and a small stamp.

It looked official, not like some of the fake ones that he had been handed before in the past. This was the real deal.

“What is this?” Yuta retracted his hands, holding up the packet.

“This is your new start.”

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The world is an undoubtedly cruel place, where only those who have been blessed with the perfect life or born into riches can live peacefully and happily. Whereas those, who sacrifice so much in order to achieve their happiness, are left to struggle for years on end with no sense of relief.

What is seen as a beautiful utopia for someone is hell on Earth for others.

The world is fleeting, poisonous and dying.

This type of life doesn’t deserve to be reborn.

We deserve to have a life clean of suffering, pain and sadness.

Everyone dreams of this world— recounted as heaven— where they can feel the peace of mind they have merely dreamt of.

What if that world was real? What if you could be a part of it?

We have seen you. We have heard you. We want you.

Be loved, embraced and cherished in the New World— one that, long after civilization as we know it has faded away, will be here to guide us, with patience, into the next phase of life.

Allow your talent and gifts to be used to make a better future for everyone. A chance at another life— only granted to the under appreciated who have been left in the dark.

You can help to build a better world— with everything you have ever dreamed of— and finally live.

Will you join us?

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“I know this may seem weird, especially with everything else that has been occurring, but I wanted to give you this opportunity.” Mr. Choi lowered the paper from in front of the Japanese man’s face, seeing tears fill his eyes.

“I haven’t been entirely truthful with you, against my better judgment. I didn’t want you to feel scared of me or pressured to live some sort of life because of my words.” His fingers brushed over the boy’s wrist, guilt littered on his face. Yuta put the document down, creating distance between them once more.

“Be honest with me now, then.”

For the first time, since the two of them had met, anxiousness came over the man— cupping his elbows for some level of comfort to himself. He kept his eyes trained on the table, teething at the inner layer of his lips.

“I’ve seen you for a while now, at least for half a year. When you will still be working on the other side of town at the laundromat. I watched you, day in and day out, working there and being out on the streets, trying to survive and—even when things were hell for you, losing your job and having to start over from square one— you still pushed on. You never gave in to the pain you were feeling, until that night when I found you in that alleyway.”

“I— admired that about you.” There was a bit of caution to his words, eyes finally meeting Yuta’s again.

“Despite everything, you still wanted to win. That’s why I want to make sure that you keep winning, keep succeeding with everything you dream of doing. That’s why..I wanted you to join us.”

…

Someone wanted him to win and live a life that he deserved.

Only one other person in his life wanted something like that for him. Praised and gave him everything he needed to be strong in a time where betrayal was almost expected.

“You have to be strong, my baby.” His grandmother smoothed the hair on the back of his head with trembling fingers, trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible. His smaller self hiccuped, tears bellowing down his face.

“You have always been, and I don’t want you to lose sight of that. There will be people that will try to break you down so they can laugh at you. But you don’t let them understand? Obahan will always be here to protect you and keep you safe. Do you believe me?” She cupped his face, brushing away teardrops from his cheeks with a pained smile.

He always trusted her over everything. She had never lied to him, not once over anything.

“I believe you.” He choked out, sobbing harder when she pulled him into her embrace, keeping him close and tight in her arms.

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“Please, just consider it.”

The words echoed in his head from the moment he clocked out and finished his shift. He couldn’t peel it from his mind, no matter how hard he wanted to stop thinking about it.

Anybody who would hear about the opportunity to live a life full of peace and harmony would jump at the first chance to sign their life away.

Especially if their lives were filled with hell, pain and loss.

A chance to have a clean slate and truly live for the first time, just in arms reach for them to take, beckoning them to come and bless the world with their knowledge, dedication and passion— coming out on the other side with overwhelming fulfillment.

Praise for the work that you have given to the greater cause.

The first spark of falling in love.

Intimacy, family, another circle of people to love and cherish.

Dying knowing that you have lived life to the fullest potential. You survived and you won.

He should have been the one to do that, no questions asked.

Yet, the paper sat on the small breakfast table in his quaint apartment, without a single marking made on it.

Leaving everything behind to go and live in an unknown world, with people whose language he doesn’t speak, who don’t know him and his past. Not having the cushion and safety of his home country to run back to if he became fearful and wanted to leave.

No, he would have to be secluded. He would have to give up.

But would it really be any different than the situation he was in right now? He’s been alone— on his own and having to fight for everything that he wants, he needs nobody else to hand it to him. If he wanted it, he had to assume the right to have it.

This is no different. He’s fighting and, for the first time, someone saw him and wanted him to keep going.

Is it real? Is it true? Is he really a fighter?

The thought alone made his body wrack with fear.

Would it truly be the paradise that it says? What if he goes there and it’s all a lie? He wouldn’t be able to get himself out easily— they would know his name and everything. They would hunt him down and bring him back.

He would be even more trapped than he was before.

Don’t put yourself in that headspace. You know what happens when you go there.

Just have to keep calm.

It’ll be okay. It’ll be-

“Yuta-chan!” The boy jolted in his seat on the couch, clutching a hand over his heart from the hands that were clapped in front of his face. As the thoughts slowly dispersed from his mind, his eyes floated around the room, cheeks burning.

Sana’s house. She invited him over to celebrate the one year anniversary of Silent Tea.

Which also means he had another set of eyes that were in the room and currently glued onto his anxious form.

“I called your name so many times and you just sat there staring. Are you okay?” Sana’s brows furrowed, bringing herself down to eye level. Yuta shied from the action almost immediately as he saw Mina cock a brow at him.

“Y-Yeah of course! Sorry, I’m just a little out of it I guess. Long day at work.” He casually brushed it off, tucking his hands firmly under his legs to avoid exposing his sweaty palms. Sana’s bottom lip poked out, resting her folded hands on her co worker's knees.

“Are you sure?” Yuta’s face fell from the worry in her voice, sending her a tired smile.

“I’m sure.” But he could tell from his peripherals that Mina was not convinced, shifting her feet with her arms folded. It took only a moment for her to walk over and place a gentle hand on Sana’s shoulder.

“Nana, why don’t you go and help Hinata and Shotaro in the kitchen?” At that moment, the sound of pans clashing and liquid spilling echoed in from down the hall, immediately followed by the sounds of two bickering voices.

“I..I think they might be making a mess.” Mina hesitated with her eyes glued to the door opening. Sana hastily rose to her feet with puffed cheeks, a rough exhale leaving her nose.

“I told you two not to destroy my kitchen!” Sana called out annoyedly down the hall, her little stomps following her until the room fell silently again, only occasionally hearing some muffled squawking or protests.

Yuta didn’t dare to look up and meet Mina’s eyes, knowing that she was for sure glaring daggers into him— similarly to how she would at work if he wasn’t following her directions or pushed himself too hard.

“Look, really I’m fine-“ He silenced himself upon her hand raising in front of him. Knowing that nobody else but him would be able to see her right now, she softened her expression, moving to sit next to him with arms folded across her chest.

“I know this is about that man that came in yesterday.” Her eyes were fixated on the clock across the room, watching the handle move back and forth to avoid making Yuta uncomfortable. He adjusted himself on the cushion, stealing a short glance at her.

Had it really been that obvious or was she that good at guessing?

“I’m not going to push you to tell me anything. I just hope..” Mina paused, relaxing her body with closed eyes. “I hope that you aren’t in any danger, and if you are, then you would tell us.”

Yuta’s shoulders slumped, face fallen. It wasn’t their fault, really. They had been good to him, more than he could say for most people that had the “privilege”— we say that part lightly— to be in his presence. They had done more than just the bare minimum for him.

Yet, he felt like there was something, anything that made it not right for him to put too much trust and faith in them.

Who can say that they wouldn’t truly be like the others.

“Yeah, of course I would.”

It felt a little too automatic in Mina’s mind. What you say to give the person in question the exact thing that they want to hear. Yet, she felt another call from the world to withhold any anger and frustration, trying to keep herself level headed, eyes still shut.

Maybe another route was in order.

“When I was younger,” Mina started, the beginning of the recount surging a median of stress up to the base of her shoulders. “My mother left me and my brother outside of my grandmother’s house— told us that she was going to run some errands and didn’t wanna leave us alone at home.”

She let her eyes fall on the clock again, seeing Yuta shifting his body inward closer to her.

“What turned into a simple couple of errands turned into her never coming back for us— continuously promising that she would but lying every single time. It wasn’t until years later that she apologized and started trying to make it up to us, in any little way that she could.”

Mina turned her head and met Yuta’s saddened eyes.

“I didn’t wanna believe anything that she said. But, I learned something the day that she came back into our lives for real.” Clasping his hands between hers, she spoke in a hushed tone.

“You can forgive the person but not the thing that they did, or do whatever it takes for you to come to terms with what happened. But, every day we meet new people. Some will be bad, some will be the best person you’ve met. Some will masquerade as kind when they are evil or vice versa.” A heavy exhale left her mouth as she squeezed his hands, lowering her head to hide her face. It almost pained her to listen to her own words, almost as if she was speaking them to herself rather than to Yuta.

“What I’m trying to say is— I get it. Feeling scared is valid. I just don’t want..you to feel like you have to keep everything to yourself.”

A part of him wanted to say that of course he knew that and he wasn’t dumb enough to not acknowledge that sort of thing.

Given the circumstances and what Mina just shared with him though, it probably wouldn’t be the smartest nor most truthful response for him to give.

Yuta’s fingers curled tighter around her own, sending back a more comforting squeeze to ease some of the tension out of his coworker and the conversation.

“I just didn’t want to involve you in my mess..” He admitted, leaning himself back on the edge of the couch.

“I know you all have so many things going on in your lives and the last thing, above all else, that I would want to do is put you all in a stressful or uncomfortable situation.”

“Just because we have things going on in our lives doesn’t mean we can’t lean on each other when things get a little tough. We’re like a family— at least I hope you see us that way.” Her lips curled up into a light smile from his nod, brushing her thumb against his hand.

It took Yuta a minute to collect his barings and explain everything that was going on with him- starting from the moment he was desperately trying to find shelter and fainted on the street to the offer to now.

When he was done, Mina moved her hands away from him to rest her elbows on her knees. Her hands fell together, drumming against each other in a rhythmical pattern, deep in thought.

“What do you think..about everything?” Yuta inquired hesitantly.

“It..It sounds crazy, Yuta.” Her voice was cautious, seeing the way Yuta nodded slowly in agreement. Some part of him felt comfort in knowing that she was somewhat agreeing with what he was feeling.

“But I think you should do it.”

“Huh?” His eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“I mean–you really didn’t plan on staying here the rest of your life working with us, did you?” Mina thwacked his head, a small chuckle leaving her lips as Yuta recoiled. He rubbed his forehead with a small pout on his face which quickly melted into one of worry and concern. Mina immediately pushed him away, moving to stand up from the couch.

“You’re not gonna stay with us and you’d be an idiot to not take up that chance.” She turned and looked over her shoulder at him. “You have a better shot than the rest of us.”

Without letting him spare another word to her, she disappeared down the hallway, a loud cackle echoing down after hearing some commotion and yelled comments from Shotaro.

Now left alone again with his thoughts, Yuta gazed over his phone resting face up on the coffee table in front of him.

It could be beautiful, wonderful— everything that he could ever imagine it to be as a new home for him.

The aspect of trust.

Not everyone is out to get you. Someone could be trying to help you. You have let go a little to make it out.

A new found, albeit small, percentage of excitement and eagerness lurched inside of him— for something truly amazing and scary that he would soon find out.

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~One week later~

“I’m not gonna lie. I was genuinely surprised to have gotten a call from you.”

Birds chirped happily to each other over their heads, twirling against the baited breeze of the winter air. Yuta curled himself further into his jacket— a force of habit—- to keep the heat from escaping.

“I originally had no intention to.” He admitted, keeping his eyes directed to the pond.

“What changed your mind?”

Yuta brought his cup of coffee to his lips, allowing the warm liquid to comfort him and reduce some of the shakiness in his hands.

“I’ve never had anyone besides my grandmother care so much about me— let alone have faith in me to revolutionize the world.” His finger danced around the styrofoam lid of the cup. “So you can imagine it sounded a bit bizarre to me.”

“But..?”

The two of them locked eyes when Yuta’s head turned, a gentle smile blossoming on the Japanese boy’s face— one that Mr. Choi hadn’t had the opportunity to see since he first met him.

“Wake from death and return to life.” Yuta leaned in a bit whilst speaking his native tongue, chuckling at the sight of confusion. He clicked his tongue with a playful shake of his head.

“It means to take a situation that is bad and make it into something that is good. I’ve followed that notion since the moment I was on my own and, despite every obstacle that came my way, I never gave up on it.”

Mr. Choi looked down at his lap, fighting back the smile that was threatening to come to his face. Yuta caught the slip from the corner of his eye, letting his eyes fall closed.

“I’m not saying that I trust you, let alone believe in any of the faith you have in me. But, I would be going against everything that I’ve been doing for myself for my whole life if I didn’t try.” His voice carried through the wind softly, being hushed by another sip of his coffee. Mr. Choi straightened himself on the bench, following suit with a sip of his tea.

A small beat of silence went between them before Yuta slid over the same document he had given him, now neatly sealed inside the safety of a conference folder, without a word. Mr. Choi checked through each page to have signatures on every spot that is needed.

“Just remember one thing.” The change in Yuta’s tone brought a chill down the man’s spine, alongside the unnerving way he smiled whilst creating this atmosphere around them.

“Evil cause, evil effect.”

The normally composed man’s eyes widened as the space between himself and Yuta closed to a near inch, the same expression lingering on the Nara man’s face with more threatening eyes.

“If you screw me over, lie, or hurt me in any way, it will only come back to you worse than what you did to me.”

A small tremble settled in the rich man’s eyes, a lump forcing its way down his throat as he felt the urge to nod at the statement. Yuta smiled with a level of satisfaction, his face returning to its normal and kind manner. With a small sigh, he stood up and brushed off his clothes, turning his attention over his shoulder at the stunned man.

“I’ll look forward to hearing from you again then, Mr. Choi.”

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Day 1 of my new life

I couldn’t begin to think of anything else that could be more perfect than a new pair of shoes and pants. They weren’t as fancy as I would have imagined them to be, though the price tag was higher than anything I would have been able to imagine. I wonder why people bring it upon themselves to buy a nice pair of jeans for a price that would equate to almost twenty full course meals on a table. Just to be simplistic– like every other person.

I guess Mr. Choi wanted me to feel comfortable, at least that’s what he said to me when he handed them over yesterday.

“A new chapter should begin with a slightly different look. Don’t you think so?”

I couldn’t lie and say that I didn’t like the things that he bought for me. I guess I would be crazy to complain over fresh, clean clothing that fit my body nicer than anything I could have thrifted from the store.

My hair was cleaned up and cut for the first time in about seven years, freshly shaven and a clean face. And now a pair of jeans and a black blazer, one that I said would be too big for it falling past my waist line. But he said that it was perfect for me.

It suited me.

Was there even such a thing as being “suited” for something?

Everything felt so unreal and foreign. I almost didn’t feel or look like myself.

It was almost like for a second I felt a level of normalcy, but it scared me.

I realized when we got into his car for the last time, that it wasn’t nearly as hard to say goodbye to Japan.

It had been my home and my hell at the same time. I felt as deeply connected as any person could to my home as I felt completely distant from life here. It was my comfort solely through language and seeing other people struggle with me.

Maybe I really was some sort of masochist who liked the idea of being left with nothing and satisfied with others being in that same position. It meant that nobody was better than anyone, we were all in the same shit-fest together.

But, now I’m here and they’re out there.

My connection feels broken, in a way that it was supposed to for a long time.

Now having to venture out on my own and put everything into a world I don’t know anything about yet– it feels safer than being outside in my comfort space that has let me down.

I feel lost, but it doesn’t scare me as much anymore.

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The car pulled up to some sort of cabin cruiser, a boat that he had never heard of before, at the base of a dock, bobbing calmly to the flow of the ocean. Right at the edge of where the boat and the dock met, a woman stood with arms pulled neatly behind her back. She made no move as the two men exited the car, eyes trained onto Yuta.

Something about her gaze made him relax his shoulders, holding his bag more comfortably under his arm.

“Happy that you made it back safely.” She spoke smoothly, her voice as languid as her demeanor. Mr. Choi came up and embraced her, a small exchange of words moving between the two of them in a language that Yuta wasn’t aware of.

The intimacy of their touches brought a small level of discomfort to him that he couldn’t describe, forcing a smile when they parted and cupped each other’s faces. She pressed the tiniest of pecks to his cheek, as to not let her rouge color rub off onto his face. Mr. Choi’s smile was the widest it had ever been, ushering her over to where Yuta was still standing.

“This is Nakamoto Yuta, the boy I’ve been telling you about. Yuta, this is Ms. Lee Siyeon.”

A color shifted in her eyes as she met him, lips curving up sweetly as she came closer to him– similarly watching for any sort of discomfort in her approach. She was pleasantly surprised when she met none, reaching to take his hand between her jewel-covered fingers. Yuta’s eyebrow twitched as he met her eyes, goosebumps rising up on his skin as he felt something– another presence– not around his body, but inside of him. Like another person was living amongst him in his own brain.

It wasn’t malevolent in any way, instead peering around at the space that was being made for them and inevitably comforting him, as if sensing the pain that he was feeling for so long and soothing him with a warm hand and a gentle, safe hug.

Each collection of memories diving and swam through the blackened space, with some overstaying their welcome as much as others. It was like they were taunting him, whilst at the same time telling him, “This is who you are. This is the life that you have chosen. There is nothing you can do to change or get rid of it.”

The loan sharks that stole away his childhood.

His mother’s abandonment of his younger self.

His father’s absence at every birthday party.

His grandmother’s passing.

Losing his home and safe space.

Being tricked and thrown out on the street with barely any clothes to his name.

Untouched pain and sorrows, plus more, surrounded him with thorn pricked arms and fingers, trying to swallow his voice and what was left of him that was desperate to crawl out. A wide, horrific grin-faced monster– who he didn’t know was hiding behind him the whole time, with its being wrapped around him like a blanket to never let any happiness in and no sadness, hurt and anger out.

I will take care of you. You don’t have to worry anymore. Put everything that you are feeling inside of me. I will make sure you don’t have to feel it anymore.

The words echoed through the open space of his mind, hearing the bellowing screech of the monster behind him. From what? He wasn’t entirely sure, for the kind spirit didn’t allow him to look or see what it was. As the darkness faded from around him–chains lifted off of his fragile and frail body– he felt a hand guide him to the ground, wrapping him in something warm and holding him close to its body.

There was nothing that he could form to say thank you, but the spirit merely kissed at the top of his head and rocked him back and forth in a gentle hum.

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On the outside, tears began to drip down his face from the sentiment, the woman’s eyes forming crescents as small droplets fell from hers as well. She gravitated him into her embrace, cupping the back of his head for him to comfortably bury his head into her neck, heaving out more tears as she held him.

It felt similar to what he imagined a hug would feel like from a mother, trying to comfort her son during a difficult time. It felt warm and soothing in a way that Yuta couldn’t place. But, whatever it was that made her embrace feel so safe, expelled more and more pain and anguish from out of his body.

“My poor child. You have been through so much.” Her voice was laced with pain and worry, though he didn’t understand what she was saying to him. At the moment though, nothing else mattered to him.

Stay in her arms, it's safe here. She’s safe.

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He wasn’t entirely sure how much time exactly had passed, or even how he had ended up inside of the boat with his head on her lap, only noticing the orange glow that had covered over the inside of the boat and Mr. Choi’s eyes that had fallen on him.

“Ah, you’re awake now.”

Yuta straightened himself almost immediately, a flush of pink flooding his cheeks. “How long have I been asleep for?”

Siyeon cupped his cheek in her hand, bringing his attention to hers. “What matters most is that you got the rest that you deserved. How are you feeling now?”

He racked his head to find anything that was reminiscent of what he had experienced earlier, but found that nothing was left in its wake. His mind had felt almost completely clear, though there were some things that lingered in his mind about what happened, but he tried not to think about it for the time being.

“I feel..relaxed. I don’t– how did you do that?” He questioned, unable to find the words he was looking for. Siyeon merely smiled in response, tucking small pieces of his hair back behind his ears before creating distance between them.

“We’ll discuss that more later. For now, let’s get you into your room and settle in.”

The boat docked at a small circular port, framed with dandelions, clovers and sage, dancing against the gusts of wind erupting from the sides of the vehicle. Mr. Choi took Yuta’s bags as Siyeon helped to guide him up the stairs and onto the platform. He looked around in amazement at the land before him with an endless sea of grassland. There seemed to be a nonexistence of any sort of insect or animal that could cause any sort of immediate danger to anyone.

Among the field, there were small groups of people, decked in lavender and baby blue sundresses and hats decorated with the same flowers as those from the dock. They stopped their work to wave towards him, smiles shining bright over what was left of the late evening sun.

They approached another white, clear staircase, venturing up them slowly– Mr. Choi and Siyeon respectively holding onto Yuta as support, lest his legs become weak out of how high up they were traveling.

Everything in this world had seemed so dream-like, yet familiar to him in some way.

The elevator welcomed him with a warm glow and a plush seat for him to sit in while they began their descent. Siyeon kept a watchful eye on him as the ground became nothing more than a blur of green before turning completely white. From there, he saw nothing else but puffy white clouds.

Coming to a slow and complete stop, the elevator doors pulled apart to a spotless tiled floor and a long open corridor. Other people were waiting for them outside, with their positions similar to the way that Siyeon’s was earlier.

“Here, take this.” Mr. Choi placed a small piece of something that looked similar to gum in Yuta’s hand. “It’ll help with the pressure. But, chew it slowly so your eardrums don’t burst from the sudden flood of noise.” He exited the elevator first, handing off the bags to someone with a small smile on his face. A gentle hand connected with his back and ushered him out of the elevator and onto the floors.

Everyone seemed as friendly as the ones that he had seen downstairs, except more clean cut and professional. All of their expressions and words filled his heart with a level of joy he wasn’t sure what to do with.

Should he be happy or scared by all the kindness being directed at him?

Welcome home, Yuta.

It came out not how Yuta had expected it to be. It felt like a reunion of long lost friends, who had been away from each other for so long.

They knew nothing about him, at least not more than maybe what Mr. Choi had relayed to him, but they treated him like he was family. He was no more than another person within the group that they had shared common passings with.

He felt like he knew them.

He was one of them, and he always had been in their eyes.

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Day 7 of my new life

Mizu ni nagasu.

The water flows.

You must learn to live and move on from the bad things that have destroyed you, for they don’t make up every ounce of your being unless you let them.

Ms. Lee has taught me so much about myself since I’ve been here– though it was hard for me to listen to any of it.

I had been conditioned to believe, for so long, that I don’t deserve anything that I’ve gotten. I wasn’t as strong as I believed myself to be and that, because my life was so different from everyone else’s, that I wasn’t meant to live prosperously.

My parents had done everything wrong with their lives and that meant that I had to be punished for being the closest thing to revenge as the world could seek now that they’re gone.

But, that’s only if I believe for that to happen. If I give my power and energy to some flesh-eating monster to destroy me from the inside out, then it will happen that way.

If I let it be, then it will follow exactly that.

The truth is, I was never that person. I was born for so many different things in life that I never thought was possible.

I know so much more now than I have my whole life. Regardless of how everything else turns out, I will be the truest version of myself that I can ever be. I will purge myself of the things that make me feel so much sorrow and let myself feel happy again on my own terms.

I won’t let myself succumb to it again.

I am me. I will be me.

Unapologetically me.

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Deep breath in and out.

Yuta stared at his own reflection. It was still taking him some time to adjust to the person that looked back at him– glancing over every feature of his face and body for any lingering reminiscents of his past that would bring him back down to “reality”.

She cautioned you not to do that. Be happy with where you are. Focus on the now.

He adjusted his hair for what felt like the 19th time since he had gotten dressed. The suit had been specifically tailored to fit his frame in the most flattering manner than he could have expected. They had put a little bit of flush and makeup to his cheeks to make his appearance more radiant for the photos.

He resisted the urge to wipe the corner of his hands onto the expensive dress pants, afraid that he would cause it to wrinkle.

Is this the type of thing that he has to worry about now?

Eyes still locked onto himself in the mirror, he relaxed his face muscles, moving them accordingly to what he believed would be the “most photogenic”, though he wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. He was sure that it would come to him naturally, as it did for other people around his age, yet every face that he made didn’t seem right.

Smiling too much makes him look like those horror movie posters that were hung outside of movie theaters.

Not smiling enough made him look like he was going to burn the whole world to the ground.

Was he supposed to look this threatening or scary?

No, there’s no way that could be right.

He was startled from his thoughts by a sharp knock on the door to his dressing room.

“Yuta, are you almost ready? I’d like to see you in the outfit before you take your photo.”

He snagged as many tissues as he could to wipe off the sweat that had collected in the palms of his hands and forehead, tossing them into the nearest bin before pulling the door open.

Mr. Choi stood there, dressed a bit more business casual than he was, with slightly widened, amazed eyes.

You look..so handsome, more than I could ever think you could look.

Those words never passed Mr. Choi’s lips, though he somehow must have communicated them through his eyes, making Yuta push him back lightly with his hand out of embarrassment.

“Stop staring at me so hard. Does it look okay or not?”

The man knew that Yuta didn’t mean for the words to come out as harsh as they did, smiling at his flustered appearance.

He took his time moving around his body and checking over every inch of his outfit to make sure nothing was out of place or fitting strangely before he made his way back to Yuta’s front side. His hands came up, only coming in contact to fix his tie when he had received a silent nod of approval. He smoothed the fabric down, lifting his eyes to look at the still slightly flushed man through his lashes.

“You look perfect.”

There was something about the way that his words flowed that made Yuta turn slightly away from him, clearing his throat to bypass the oncoming embarrassment that was threatening to creep up his bones again. Or maybe it was the gentle, yet charming look in his eyes with an equally sweet smile that made him feel like he would melt into the floor if he looked at them a bit longer.

Regardless of the way that he was feeling, the man never pushed or teased him about it. Taking two steps down the staircase leading to the room, he held out a waiting hand, noting the damn near precious look that the boy gave to him.

“Do you really think I’ll look okay–I mean I’ve never taken a picture like this before. I’m not sure I know what I’m doing-”

He let out a small yelp from being ceremoniously pulled closer to the man, eyes widened at the amount of space that was left between them. The second time they had been this close, that Mr. Choi had broken that space between them that he had created since the beginning.

Instead speaking over his fears, the man led Yuta into the studio down the hall, where others had been waiting for him to arrive. He kept close to him, checking to make sure that he was comfortable with everything that was being said or changed in his appearance in front of the camera. Only once they were settled on the way that he was positioned did he finally move back behind the photographer.

“Just relax and be natural!” The photographer’s voice echoed in the small empty space of the white room.

Feeling sweat collecting in his palms, Yuta clenched them in his pocket, hoping to god that none of it would begin to drip down his face as a bunch of eyes watched him pose on the standing block, shifting and adjusting his body by the photographer’s orders.

Among all of the attention, his eyes connected with Mr. Choi, who merely looked back and smiled at him– the same genuine and undeniably sweet smile that he knew.

He always seemingly knew everything that there was to make him feel some level of comfort– during times when he wished the world would disappear and take him with it. Or even in his moments of complete elation that were hard to navigate himself down from–the entire world was just too overwhelming to handle.

He was there, even if Yuta didn’t know it.

He believed in Yuta– with no real rhyme or reason– but trusting his gut told him that the homeless Nara boy, coming from nothing, would be the key to their success and the blossoming of a beautiful future.

Because of his belief and everything that he risked, Yuta stood in front of all those people, eyes locked onto him with upturned lips, presenting the most gorgeous smile that he could have ever thought he could muster.

Ganbatte ne, Yuta-chan.

Ganbatte ne!

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Oh, don’t give up, don’t cry. When you feel like you’ll disappearListen to your own voice and keep moving forwardNo matter how old you are, you can’t get through life without some sadnessLet everyone see you smile and go on livingGo on living

Hello to the person reading this letterI wish you all the happiness in the world

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @atiny-piratequeen

#code name access love #multifandom fic #kpop fic #kpop angst #ateez fic #dystopia au #virtual reality #ateez san #nct yuta #nct fic #kira kira writes !!#CNAL phase 1

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saioumaarchive · 9 months ago

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“And the chance is gone, the chance that Kokichi never realized was his only one. He could've been helpful. He could've done something. He cries about it, the inevitability and his powerlessness in the face of it, and his own actions which set him so far back he has no hope of ever catching up. He hopes Shuichi would forgive him, if he ever found out. He hopes Shuichi never, ever finds out.”

~ BeachyPeachy, “Barely a Planet, Barely Pluto”

In this gloomy postgame VR AU, a lonely Kokichi navigates his new life as a famous, filthy-rich, and incredibly traumatized Danganronpa star. An invitation from Team Danganronpa brings with it another chance for Kokichi to meet with his estranged classmates, but there’s a sinister mystery lurking in the shadows…. BeachyPeachy’s attention to detail with this fic is amazing. Not only is the worldbuilding well-structured and unique, but the prose is wonderfully poetic and the choices that the characters make leading up to and during the story feel realistic to their situations and personalities. Somehow, there’s even room for full-on character analyses that fit seamlessly into the story. Interactions between Shuichi and Kokichi happen later on in the story, and as the fic is unfinished at the time of this writing, the slow-burn hasn’t evolved into full-on mutual pining, but it’d be a shame to miss out on such a beautiful piece just because of that. Make sure to leave an appreciative comment, and hopefully we’ll see more of this someday.

Rated M 38,845 words, 8/? chapters (incomplete) Last updated 5 September 2022 ~ Mod Ice

#Saiouma #Oumasai #Fic recommendation #Multichapter #Incomplete #Postgame #Virtual Reality AU #Rated M

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ese1anime · 3 months ago

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(Sigh)here we go,my first Au of TADC heheh yaaayyy hope yall like what I got so far of it

If you like BATIM(Bendy And The Ink Machine) then you’ll like what I’m creating for this Au…

Behold!!

Meet the Gang:

Emotion of the others:

🩶:the person

💖:crush

💚:friend/bestie

🧡:normal around

❤️:hate

(For this is the best thing I can come up with on their heights I did my best to keep the height and putting them in a row)

>Lore of the story<><>

For some of us we know that game of bendy and the ink machine has become popular for gamers that have played it or those that seen it along with knowing how virtual reality can bring a whole new side of what’s real but isn’t with headsets.Well what if they both were combined together into a whole new adventure for others to see and experience what it’s like to actually play in a horror game between BATIM and TADC all together called ✨The Amazing

Digital Ink Machine✨

The Digital Studio in a computer that is filmed to bring others that Virtual Reality life that is part of a bendy and the ink machine vibes,where lots of ink flows from the top to bottom and covered in history that is yet to behold of the ink machine.But like most people that get stuck in a virtual world,it takes your soul to another place and into a different body,making it your mission to complete it or be stuck for all eternity (just like jumanji but different 😁).For your soul can contain lots of digital hallucinations when your stuck in a studio for who knows how long and with the ink flowing,places that can be unlocked,and not knowing who you are by then for it makes a person forget their own existence or the life they thought they knew before or what they will become then………

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Pomni was put into the system to discover what has happened to those that went missing in the real world and it’s up to her to find the pieces to this adventure she will be taking by Caine 🖤💛🖤

With each path she takes ,she must find each and one of the pieces to fix this mess that has caused a lot of damage to the system and the people that got stuck in the world as well while facing the one that has caused so many to be stuck in this digital world Ink Demon that trapped other players into this place (those that have gone missing and never returned to the real world or to their real bodies)

for Caine[AI] a companion member,comes along to give pomni some company or to help her as he was programmed to do 🖤💛🖤along with the friends that pomni will get to meet as well

Stuff that will be included in this Au:

Studio underground:

For it will bring out circus vibes to it but also make it look like a old cartoon vibe (like bendy and his friends look like)

NPC:

For they are part of the ink and tend to make it a game when facing them or come across their path throughout the quest

ink-Abstractiors:

They are like the abstraction but as giant ink monsters that leave trails of ink when they are found roaming around the area

(For this is what I got so far of the what will be added on here only because I’m working on other stuff more more often,this will be my side project of The Amazing Digital Ink Machine 💛🖤)

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{Boundaries/QnA}

•”Is this a crossover of TADC and BATIM”

Yes it’s kinda like a crossover between the horror game(BATIM) and the show(TADC)

•”Can I draw these characters?”

Sure thing! Love seeing other peoples amazing art As long as you tag me about it cause I don’t tolerate others trying to steal art idea from anyone

•”Can I make an Oc\Fanart of this Au?”

Yes,I would love to see what other bendy vibes for Tadc you come up with for this Au heh

•”Can I write a fic about this Au”

If you got any other ideas of this Au,I would love to see what others like to create of it hehe that would be great ✨

•”Is NSFW allowed?”

Yeeeeaaaahhhhhh Nnnnooooooo thanks but noooo sorrry 😅

•”Is shipping allowed?”

Of course!but most of the ships will be showtime and Bunnydoll more often

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(If you have any questions let me know just pls be nice cause I don’t tolerate rude behavior on here and I want to make sure others know that as well)

#tadc #tadc fanart #tadc au #the amazing digital circus fanart #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital ink machine #TADIM #a working progress hehe

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explicit-tae · 1 year ago

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Hey can you write a jk fic about a world where people can't express anything like they can't laugh,cry or feel any type of emotions and they don't know about these and then jk feels something after seeing oc like that ...

Actually I don't know how to tell you 😭😭

Since there's not really a lot to go off of, I just did what I could with what you gave me 😅 hopefully its similar to what you were intending to say 🫶🏽

Cosmic Balance

Every universal realm has a positive and negative - good or bad. Jungkook manages to cross the portal from his dystopian world to your utopian one and decides that he'd do anything to stay with you.

Word Count: 8.786

Warning: dystopian world, sex-work/brothel, protected/unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, kissing, virtual reality sex, nipple sucking, oral sex, riding, creampie, slight dirty talk, fingering,

Alternate Universe

“Just try it…” is all Jungkook can hear in his mind. His eyes flash to the large digital clock flashing outside his window - he was supposed to be asleep now, as was everyone in his world. “It’s a portal to a whole different world. Just make sure you’re back by 6 am.”

Jungkook’s hands tremble as he grasps the cover on his mirror. It’s one - of many - forbidden rules, completely unforgivable. He never questioned why all reflected areas should be covered as night came, but then again, it was a question that should never be answered.

Jungkook’s world is dark and dull - gray. He was raised upon these rules - he and millions of others. There were rules that were meant to be followed and going against them meant dire consequences - death always an option.

Jungkook removes the cover quickly and swallows the lump in his throat. He stares at his reflection - the terrified look in his eyes and his heaving chest. He licks his lips, the thought of his breaking a forbidden rule has the hairs on his skin rising.

Jungkook looks closer at his reflection, his finger reaching out to touch. There’s a rippling effect in the reflection that when Jungkook touches, he visibly is horrified when his hand falls through the mirror.

Jungkook snatches himself away from the mirror and quickly covers the mirror with the cover once more. He falls onto his bed, heart thumping that they were right - his friends were correct. There was a whole different world besides the one he’s in now and the thought scares him.

Jungkook often wished that there was a different world he could live in. A world where there weren't strict rules for being excited - he could laugh freely in public when something was funny and not risk being arrested and fined.

Was there truly a world that allowed their people to be free - where the atmosphere was carefree and loving. Did the other world allow their people to laugh, smile - even cry - in public and not the confines of their own room. Did the other people only arrest those who were actually committing heinous crimes, and not because they were a minute late on curfew?

Did the other world allow their people to love and marry whoever they wanted? Jungkook thinks how in a few years at the age of 28 he would be married to whoever his government chose - based on status - and he would be expected to have a child no later than a year. Women who couldn’t bear children would be forced to be alone and provide for themselves. They were encouraged to be whores and work in brothels - “it’s not like you could bear a child anyways” is the harsh words the government would speak to them.

Men would oftentimes be ridiculed, losing job opportunities and their status in life lowering.

Jungkook thinks how his life would be if he was in another world where he could love who he wants to and not who he was chosen to.

It’s what Jungkook thinks when he sees you, the same work attire as his. You were soon destined to marry someone else just like he was and he knows that he could never have you. There was always a possibility that you would be chosen for him - but Jungkook doesn’t allow himself to think about it. He isn’t an idiot and he understands that you were going to be taken away by some other man and married - and you’d have that man’s child instead.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s for a moment and he glances away. He was staring again, he thinks. You’re a smart woman and you know how he feels for you and understands that he could never act upon them. You weren’t a barren woman - and a relationship - sexual or not - prior to marriage to an unbarren woman is one of many forbidden rules.

“Still looking at Y/N?”

The seat beside Jungkook is taken by Taehyung. His friend opens the laptop and begins to type, continuing his work. He speaks in a low tone to not disturb the peace - doing so could lead to arrest.

“She could report you for harassment.”

You could, Jungkook thinks. Women have reported men for harassment all the time - harrassment being even glancing their way if they didn’t appreciate the act.

You could, but you never did.

“Have you gone to the brothel? Maybe you need to let off some steam.” Taehyung glances his way a bit, his typing not ceasing. “Staring at her isn’t going to make things easier.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond - because he knows Taehyung is correct. The last thing he did want was for you to report him for harassment. He could go to the brothel, sure, but there was no real connection there. He could fuck for as long as he desired, but there was no true connection to the women he was fucking nor did he ever know what these women looked like as their upper and lower body are separated.

Sex shouldn’t be so quick nor easy - so one sided. Jungkook wants to know did these women feel the same as he did - even if it was a quick high. Did they enjoy the way he fucked them or did they want him to be slower - or faster, go deeper.

“There you go,” Taehyung murmurs, his fingers typing fast. “in your head again. Did you do as we told you?”

Jungkook sends a e-document and shakes his head. “Freaked out.” he murmurs.

Taehyung snorts quietly. “I knew you would.”

Jungkook sighs. “It isn’t that easy.”

“How so? You walk through the mirror during an in-between and make sure you’re back on time.” Taehyung shrugs. He glances at you for a moment, noticing how your eyes are upon them - mainly Jungkook. You appear to be surprised that Taehyung catches you and quickly, you turn away.

“What are you afraid of?” Taehyung murmurs.

What was he afraid of?

There was a lot to be afraid of. He had never broken a forbidden rule before - uncovering a mirror after hours was an unforgivable one, and now he understood why. There was a whole different universe out there that was seemingly different than his own - he wouldn’t know how to navigate it. His friends had told him stories that appeared to be just that, stories. Something fictional and unbelievable.

Jungkook was afraid that if he went to this world, that he’d never want to return to his own.

Jungkook is disgusted with himself - disgusted in how he finds himself in the brothel.

Not only Jungkook - but many unmarried men starting at the age of 21-27. This was the only place where it didn’t matter how loud you were. You could scream, yell, curse - hell, cry. You can display any type of emotion inside the brothel.

The brothel had color and life to it - not the sad beige and gray of the outside world. It appeared to be like a dream - was this what the other world was like? Colorful? Cherry? Maybe that’s why his friend visited at night. It was like a vacation away from the reality in which they lived.

“Kook!”

As arm wraps around Jungkook’s shoulders.

“Not surprised to see you here after the way you acted at work.” Taehyung says loudly, his natural state booming inside of the brothel. “You’re late. We have to all be gone in an hour.”

Jungkook knows this - he never intended on coming until the last minute. It feels like he’s doing the walk of shame coming inside the brothel, but no one cares. All of these men inside of here were looking to get away; to let off steam from the world they lived in.

“You look depressed.” Taehyung snorts. “You know we don’t judge here.”

“Exactly, Kook.” Jimin places a hand on his shoulder, seemingly appearing from thin air. “I think you should try virtual reality.”

Jungkook scoffs. “It’s bad enough I’m in here.” he murmurs.

“Tae told me the way you were looking at Y/N.”

Of course Taehyung did.

“She’s a fertile woman. Meaning she will be married off to whoever the government chooses as would you.”

Jimin was never the one to sugar coat anything. Jungkook could only respect it.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t pretend.” Taehyung slaps Jungkook's back. “I’ll pay for it.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “That’ll be expensive.” he says with a shake of his head.

Casual sex was free and paid by the government. At first it’s weird - surrounded by men who were all taking turns on fucking multiple girls in the wall that you couldn’t see. But after a while it got easier and Jungkook only was there to cum and go.

Virtual Reality, however, was not free. It costs to have a private room, a girl and the virtual contact lenses to alter reality. You could choose whatever reality you desired for a price - and Jungkook already felt shitty enough about coming here.

“You’re never going to have Y/N unless fate is on your side.” Jimin says. “And fate is on no one side in our world.”

Meaning, Jungkook had to give up on having you chosen as his partner; an act he already gave up on.

“But just for an hour, you can pretend to be with her. It’ll feel good. I promise.”

Taehyung’s words ring through his ears. He’s done this before, Jungkook thinks. He only has a few months left until he’s set to be married, the woman he once wanted far from his reach.

“Okay.” Jungkook murmurs sullenly.

Jungkook is disgusted with himself already - and even more so. But he was a man and he couldn’t hide what desires he had for you.

All the desires he did have for you were taken out on the woman who’s name or face he did not know - he moaned for you. He called you pretty and beautiful and in his mind, he was fucking you.

Jungkook likes to think that in another world, he and you could be together. That you and he could talk freely without others speculating he was harassing you - a fertile unwed woman. But as of right now, he would pretend he was fucking you and not another woman in the brothel during virtual reality.

Jungkook’s eyes watch the way your face contort with pleasure as he fucks deep into you. There was only an hour until he had to leave and he took full advantage of it. He isn’t sure how many times he came, filling the condom he wore completely - but he never wants to stop.

Jungkook doesn’t want this reality with you to end - even deep down he knows that this wasn’t real. Those weren’t your moans nor was it your reaction to him but it’s what he has to deal with to feel closer to you.

“Ah, look at you.” Jimin smirks as he eyes Jungkook exiting the room. His eyes are slightly red due to having to remove the contact lenses. “Feel better?”

No, Jungkook thinks, but he only nods his head.

“What are you afraid of?”

Jungkook places a hand towards the mirror, his eyes widening as it begins to go through just as it did the night prior. He has to coach himself to do it - this was okay. He could do it - he could make it through the portal just fine.

As long as he was back before 6 am, he was good. No one would have to know that he was committing a crime that could be punishable by death.

The portal sucks him in completely - it’s dark and cold. Jungkook’s mind races and he opens his mouth to scream, but he can’t. The feeling is as if he’s jumped from a high surface, gravity completely taking a toll on him.

Jungkook falls onto the ground with a thud, his hands not able to catch himself. He releases a low groan at the impact he’s faced crashing to the floor. He grumbles and pushes himself off of the ground.

Jungkook’s eyes open and it’s then he realizes that he isn’t where he should be. This isn’t his room - even if it was nearly identical. The room had personality - not like the dull one he had back in his world. The ceiling was just as high as his back in his world but the bed is larger. He notices that the headboard - block - has a strange glow behind it and beneath the bed. It glows multiple colors that Jungkook finds fascinating. The large window - where outside displays a large digital clock for not only him, but for the surrounding homes to see - is covered by a long, dark curtain, blocking out the outside world. The closet is on the far right of the room and Jungkook’s curiosity peaks - his world, clothes weren’t expressive. They were bland and more of a uniform that most citizens wore.

Jungkook gasps, having strolled towards the closet and opened it. Even the clothes in this world had personality - different colors and textures. Long, short, tight or loose - it amazes him how people in this world could express themselves freely.

“Does your girlfriend know you have me here?” a voice sounds from right outside the door that Jungkook leaps into the closet and hides, only sliding the door close a bit to see.

Jungkook is flabbergasted upon seeing himself - or, this new world version of him. Did this man have the same name as him, or was it just a look alike?

“Y/N’s not going to be here tonight.” Jungkook hears his voice and he stiffens. “She’s out with her friends.”

Y/N.

You.

You were in this universe, too.

You and him - could Jungkook call this different version of this man “him”? Regardless, you and he were together.

You were his girlfriend in this universe.

And he was cheating on you - Jungkook wants to faint at the revelation alone that in this universe he had you. He had you - the person he wanted. There were no rules on sex outside of brothels here - nor did it appear that a government was controlling every aspect of life.

Jungkook had you in this universe - and he was cheating on you.

Jungkook couldn’t stay here any longer and watch himself be with another girl. He wouldn’t notice himself creeping out of the room - it's dimly lit and the only lights are that of the changing colorful ones. He’s slow with opening the door and closing it discreetly behind him.

The rest of the home is just as amazing as the bedroom - full of this version of him. There’s artwork displayed on the walls that catches Jungkook's eyes, but he doesn’t have the time to stop and appreciate it like he wants to because something else catches his eye. It’s in the hallway as he’s walking by.

A picture of you and him - together. You were smiling, arms wrapped firmly around him, your cheek pressed against his own. You looked beautiful; happy. He did, as well.

Jungkook touches the picture - were you different in this universe? Is this why he was cheating on you? There had to be a reason as to why this version of him would go against everything he wanted for one night with a woman when all he wanted was you.

Jungkook hears a muffled voice and his head snaps down the hall where his front door would be. He contemplates running, but he doesn’t. The door opens and his heart stops.

“Kookie.” you tilt your head and offer him a smile and then a confused look. “You’re still up?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say and it’s like his breath was taken away. You’re in front of him - you’re speaking to him.

You called him Kookie.

Your clothes are something he’d never see you wear in his world. Your dress is dark and tightly fitted and it shows a great amount of cleavage. Your skin looks so smooth and soft and his hands tremble to feel it beneath his palm.

“Are you okay?” you take a step forward, your heels clicking against the floor. You reach out to touch his forehead and Jungkook knows now that he isn’t okay. “You don’t feel hot-”

“Y/N.” Jungkook says, and this is his moment. He touches your face fondly, thumb pressing itself against your lips.

You snicker. “What’s gotten into you?” you ask. “I know I said I would be out all night but I wanted to come home to you.”

Jungkook releases a shaky breath at your words. You wanted to come home to him - but not him, your version of him. The same Jungkook that was cheating on you now and expecting not to see you.

Jungkook doesn’t want that for you - even if this was his last time seeing you in this world. He doesn’t want to be the reason for your pain. “Let’s go out together.”

“Together?” you knit your brows. “Dressed like that?”

Jungkook looks down at his own attire - basic black t-shirt and jeans that would only be acceptable for him to wear at home back in his world - but maybe in this one it was exactly that; basic.

“I just want to be with you.” Jungkook murmurs truthfully and you smile - a bright smile that causes his heart to sink. He would have to go home eventually, and he wouldn’t be able to see it anymore.

“Okay.” you nod slowly, taking his hand in yours. “You hungry? We can go to Late Night Slice.”

Jungkook is shocked to see how crowded the streets are. Back in his world, no one was allowed outside past 9 pm. Even during the day, citizens had to walk in a straight line, no more than three people standing side by side.

It was past curfew but yet here everyone was. People were laughing, littering the streets without a care in the world. There was a melodic tune playing, something he’s never heard before.

“You act like you’ve never heard music before.”

You say it as though you can read him, Jungkook thinks. “Music…” he murmurs, trailing off.

There wasn’t any music where Jungkook was from, and now he’s realizing that his world was Hell compared to this. It was night time but yet, everything was so bright. The laughter from everyone surrounding them, the music - the atmosphere in general.

Jungkook feels his skin erupt with goosebumps.

“Come,” you yank him lightly to get his attention and you fully have it. You take him to a small shop where only a few people were inside. The smell makes Jungkook’s stomach rumble and his mouth salivate. “I ordered ahead already, so it should be done.”

Order ahead? Jungkook wants to ask what you meant, but he doesn’t want to appear any more dumb than he was when it came to you and this world.

“I can take that.” Jungkook says as you go to grab a large tray of pizza - it smells as delicious as it looks and Jungkook cannot fathom how someone can be open and cook amazingly this late at night.

“I’ll go get our drinks.” you smile at him brightly that it nearly causes Jungkook to drop the tray of food. “Go find us a table, okay?”

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, licking his lips. He wants to hurt himself - not really. Hurt this version of him. As you and he sit here and eat as a couple, he was cheating on you with another woman - one not worthy of his attention.

Jungkook finds a table farther from everyone else and sits down, placing the tray of pizza onto the table. He watches from afar as you come back with two drinks in your hands and his lifts form into a small smile.

“What’s funny?” you ask him as you sit down across from him, placing the drink in front of him.

“I’m not laughing.” Jungkook knits his brows. “You just look very beautiful.”

Jungkooks cheeks are red as he speaks.

You’re taken aback by the compliment. “Ah, really?” you snort. “You only ever call me beautiful when you’re fucking me.”

Jungkook’s throat tightens at your words and his breath hitches. You can speak so freely in this world, he thinks. There doesn’t need to be a hidden conversation of whispers or hushed murmurs. “I-I…” he doesn’t know what to say. On one hand, the thought of him being with you outside of virtual reality has him excited - but the other part of him finds this version of himself highly selfish. He cannot think about only calling you beautiful when he is intimate with you - especially in a world in which he doesn’t have to hide his love. “...You’re very beautiful to me, Y/N. Even outside of…sex.”

You blink a few times, watching Jungkook intently. Slowly, you begin to smile. “Thank you.” you say softly. “I think you’re beautiful, as well, Kookie.” you say teasingly. “Now let’s eat!”

Jungkook never wants to go back to his world. He doesn’t want to leave you behind with the version of him that doesn’t love you. You and he eat and it mainly consists of you talking to him while he listens closely - he isn’t sure of what you are talking about. He isn’t from a world where “clubs” or “bars” are normal - but they seem fun.

Jungkook takes a sip of the drink you gave him and he immediately coughs.

“Kookie? You okay?” you rush to place a napkin in his hands.

“W-What is this?” Jungkook smells the clear drink and his eyes widen as it begins to fizzle.

“Sprite…?” you tilt your head. “Does it taste funny?”

Funny wasn’t the word - it tasted strong. He hasn’t tasted anything like this before, the taste feels as if it’s stabbing against his taste buds and fighting against his throat.

It was a weird taste that Jungkook liked.

Jungkook begins to chug the rest of the drink entirely, his body shuddering at the amazing taste. It brings a rush through him.

You watch wide eyed as Jungkook slams the cup down against the table and burp. He places a hand over his mouth at his crude actions. “Excuse-”

“You’re so cute, Kookie!” you laugh at his actions, a sweet melodic laugh that he wants to hear for the rest of his life.

Jungkook finds himself never wanting to leave you, but needing to each time he’s visited and coincidentally managing to not come face to face with himself while doing so.

The first time he had to go through the portal, there was a longing feeling holding him back - the euphoric sense that this new world was better. It was colorful and full of life - returning back to his world left him with deep sorrow. He was coming down from a serotonin high and he realized that each time he did so, he was growing more and more depressed.

But Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to care. He would go through the drop of serotonin if it meant he could see you every night - and each night he did. He would visit you, somehow managing to avoid himself, and have an amazing time with you in this Utopian world. Each night was something different - you took him to midnight festivals that played “music” - an amazing tune with people singing and dancing and it’s something you forced him to do with you.

And Jungkook loved it - he adored dancing with you. He enjoyed being carefree and not feeling judgmental eyes upon him. He tried different foods that his world would never allow, drinks that caused his taste buds to go crazy and such sweet snacks that at times would cause his teeth to hurt.

This utopian world was amazing and each time he would return home, he hated it. He was exhausted from the lack of sleep but wouldn’t stop from returning the next night because it was worth it to get away from his world and to see you.

On his 12th day of returning to the Utopian world, Jungkook isn’t alone. He hears screaming coming from further into the home. He ventures outside of the room stealthy to see what’s wrong - mainly because he hears your voice. It’s strained and filled with pain - as is your appearance when his eyes catch you. His heart drops when his eyes catch your face - you’re crying, a black streak streaming down your cheeks. It’s makeup he now knows, having watched you put on the products and astonished when it enhances your beauty even more.

“Where are you planning on going, Y/N?” Jungkook hears his voice say, his tone far too aggressive for his liking. “You live here. With me.”

“You had another woman in the same bed that I sleep in Jungkook.”

Jungkook sighs to himself, his heart falling once more. It was a matter of time until you found out, he thinks. It wasn’t something he wanted to happen for you - you were someone he loved, even if he wasn’t from this world. He wanted you to be happy and live an amazing life, even if it wasn’t with him but with the version of him that didn’t deserve you.

Jungkook watches you push him away with a huff when he tries to bring you closer to him.

“Fine.” Jungkook then shrugs with a scoff. “I’m leaving. If you want to pack everything and leave then you can. But I’m not forcing you to go.”

You snicker with a shake of your head at the audacity of Jungkook.

“You’re going to throw everything away because of one mistake?”

“Was it only once?” you ask him with folded arms. You’re waiting for him to respond to the question you know the answer to already. “Your silence tells me everything I need to know.”

You feel Jungkook’s eyes watch you storm away. He bites back a remark and instead decides to let you cool off. You weren’t going to leave him - where would you even go? You didn’t have anyone but him.

Jungkook watches himself leave out the front door, slamming it behind him as you’re making your way towards the bedroom. Jungkook saunters back inside the bedroom and hides inside the closet, a sense of deja vu coming through him.

You slam through the door and fall onto the large bed. You’re crying again and the sound makes Jungkook want to hurt this world's version of him.

An affair wasn’t allowed in his world and it’s a punishable offense. Of course, very few men loved their wives that they’re set upon and vice versa. Only few come to love one another - but it’s rare. He had to look at his own parents as evidence of this. As he and you would walk the busy streets the past weeks, he noticed people of all ages and genders together - two older couples sitting side by side enjoying one another's company. Two men holding one another while taking pictures - it’s nice to see and experience.

This version of Jungkook didn’t deserve you or this world, he thinks - he took it for granted.

“Y/N.”

You flinch at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. Your eyes widen at him, not hearing him come in. “W-Why are you in the closet?”

Jungkook swallows.

“And when did you change…?” your words trail off, hands wiping your tears.

“I’m sorry that he hurt you.” Jungkook murmurs, his tone lowering. His eyes are sad, you note, sad for you. He comes closer, his demeanor soft unlike the cocky and narcissistic one of that prior.

You stand to your feet and tilt your head, your eyes focusing on his face. “You just got a piercing earlier.” you murmur, more to yourself than to Jungkook. “Where did it go?”

Jungkook stiffens when he feels your fingers on his lips. His hand reaches up to touch yours on his face and he sighs. “I hate the way he treats you, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Your head is spinning at Jungkook’s choice of words. You’re confused at how he’s wording everything - as if he’s a third person in this situation.

“Kookie…?”

Jungkook kisses your fingers then your hand. “I wish I could stay here with you. Forever.”

You aren’t sure how to feel, your emotions are spiraling. Jungkook speaks as if everything that went down between the two of you hasn’t happened - and your mind is beginning to fog; contemplating if it did or not.

“I’m not from here, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks once more, lowering your hand to your side and entangling his fingers with yours. “I wish I was so I could treat you better than him. I wouldn’t take you or this world for granted.”

You don’t speak, unable on what to say in response. You aren’t crying anymore, your cheeks stained with tears and puffy.

Jungkook tugs you deeper into the room and towards the mirror by the closet. You’re unsure what’s going on and where he’s getting at.

Jungkook’s sure he might regret this - that you would be freaked out to the point that you wouldn’t want to talk with him anymore, but he had to show you.

Jungkook stops in front of the mirror and turns towards you. He lifts your hand that’s holding his and slowly, brings it towards the mirror.

Your eyes widen in shock when your hand sinks into the mirror, a cold, windy feeling causing your hand to tremble.

“J-Jungkook-”

“I’m from a different world. I was just as scared as you are right now.” Jungkook says, bringing your hand out of the mirror and letting it go. His hands grasp your face. “I came here and everything's so…euphoric. It’s nice that everyone is accepting. There’s no strict rules enforced by the government to control you all.”

Jungkook’s thumb rubs along your lips.

“You…in my world you and I can never be together. Not unless the Government allowed it and I’m positive they aren’t. You are free to be in love with whoever you want here, Y/N. And I’m sorry this version of me is taking you for granted.”

Your heart is beating at an alarming rate. Your eyes are wide with shock at his words.

This Jungkook was not your Jungkook - not the man who cheated on you and left without as much as acknowledging your feelings. This Jungkook came from a different world - and as unbelievable as it sounded, it was true.

“Why can’t we be together?” you murmur, still unsure if this was reality or a dream - everything felt real at this point.

“The Government chooses who we marry based on ranking and status.” Jungkook explains. “You’re a woman who can bear children, so you’ll be married to someone of their choosing.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Why does it matter if I can bear children or not?”

Jungkook smiles sadly at you. “Barren women cannot be married.” He recalls wishing that you and he were both barren, then maybe the Government would see the two of you as useless and allow him to marry you - but life wasn’t that cruel to either of you.

“It must be a cruel world.” you murmur, and Jungkook agrees. “How long have you…”

Jungkook knows what you’re speaking of. “Close to two weeks. I’ve been coming to you every night.”

Your eyes widened and now, everything made sense. How Jungkook - well, not the one before you, but the other one - would be confused about the night prior, but you’d just thought he was either faking or too tired to. But no, you and this Jungkook from a different world were the one spending it together.

This is why the connection between the two of you suddenly has changed. It became bearable to be around Jungkook. He smiled and laughed more. He was willing to hold your hand wherever the two of you went and would sneak kisses at random times. He took more pictures with you and appeared overall happier than before.

But it wasn’t the Jungkook you know - it was a different version of him.

You snicker, your eyes swelling with tears.

Jungkook shakes his head. “I-I’m sorry for taking advantage of you, Y/N. Please don’t cry-”

You hand your head. “I’m not upset with you, Jungkook.” you say, blinking away the tears that are forming. “I’m upset that you and I can never be together because you aren’t from this world.”

Jungkook’s chest tightens at your words.

“And I…I can’t go to your world, either.” You didn’t want to, Jungkook thinks. He doesn’t want to see your demeanor and personality change if you went to a world so different from this one.

“I’m sorry-”

Jungkook is interrupted suddenly by your lips on his. He’s taken aback by your sudden actions, but he doesn’t push you awake.

“If there’s a world,” you remove your lips from his for a moment. “that is an alternate realm where you and I are in, that means…he can’t die.”

Jungkook isn’t sure where you’re getting at.

“Jungkook can’t die because then you’ll die.” you say, your hand caressing Jungkook’s cheek. “I-I don’t think you and he can be in the same world, either. It would probably cause some type of unbalance.”

Jungkook nods. “The in between opens at 12. I make sure I’m back before 6.”

You nod slowly.

“I want you to stay with me, Jungkook.” you murmur to him, as if it was a secret that only he can hear. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

Jungkook nods his head, doe-like eyes widening. “I do,” he admits. “but I don’t think-”

“SShh,” you peck him on his lips once more and Jungkook melts into the kiss. “we have a few hours before we can figure out what to do. I just want you to stay with me.”

Jungkook nods.

Kissing you had to be his favorite thing to do. And touching you, feeling your smooth skin against his palm.

Your back hits against the bed, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. This Jungkook was different from the one you’ve known. He was gentle and kind. He cared for your feelings and truly wanted what was best for you.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Jungkook manages to push himself away from you just as your hand dips underneath his pants. “You’re already hurting from what he’s done to you.”

“You aren’t like him.” It’s weird to speak of a different version of himself as if it was a whole different person with a different face. “I want to be with you.”

Your hands do make their way into his pants and you proceed to grasp his hardened length. Jungkook hisses. “O-Okay.” he nods hastily with no other argument. He caves far too easily - but he’s wanted you for so long. The virtual reality he had was an embarrassing moment he wanted to forget - but now he was going to have the real thing. The real you.

“I-I want to pleasure you.” Jungkook’s cheeks are tinted as he speaks, but it’s like a dream of his. Coming from a world where pleasuring a woman (before marriage) isn’t a priority, he wants to do this - especially with you.

Jungkook kisses your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that starts to drive him wild. His hands roam your body, grasping the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs, his lips kissing down your collarbone to between your breasts.”So beautiful and all mine.”

Jungkook doesn’t want this moment to end - he wants to savor every bit of it. He wants to sit and stare at the beauty that’s your body for hours if the universe would let him.

You feel Jungkook's hand dip behind your back to unclasp your bra. It’s left discarded, his hands roaming your back entirely. He shudders.

“You look scared.” you teased with a hushed tone. “As if you have never done this before.”

“I’m not married, so no, I have not.” Jungkook speaks. “Every man goes to the brothel but that isn’t pleasurable for the woman. I don’t even see their faces.”

You swallow, your eyes widening slightly.

“My friends often come here, too…” Jungkook begins, his hands slowly gripping your breast in the palm of his hands. “...and they told me how free it was here. What they’d do when they were pleasuring women here.”

Jungkook’s friends - you ponder if it’s the same friends in his world that Jungkook has in this one.

“And I want to try it.”

You yelp when you feel Jungkook’s mouth wrap a nipple into his mouth entirely, suckling as if his life depended on it. You weren’t complaining, enjoying just how needy Jungkook appeared. Jungkook groans in your breast, his free hand gripping your breast entirely while he sucks on the other. He’s unsure why he appears so stuck on your breast - or why he enjoys doing so. They didn’t have a particular taste to them - it only tasted like skin.

Jungkook’s positive that it’s your reaction to him doing so. Your moans - so sweet and velvety. The way your legs wrap around his waist a little tighter and your hand rests on the back of his head.

There’s a string of saliva connecting your nipple to his lips when Jungkook finally comes up from them. He licks his lips, eyes dark and full of lust.

You eye Jungkook has his lips place warm kisses upon your skin, dipping down to your stomach. His hands reach your shorts, tugging them down just as he gets lower and lower.

“Y-You don’t have to do that.” you say, embarrassed when Jungkook pulls down your shorts entirely.

Jungkook looks up at you for a moment before down at your exposed underwear - purple and cotton. They were cute, he thinks, especially as he witnesses the slight wet spot directly in the middle of them.

“Why not?” Jungkook places his fingers on your clothed clit, rubbing gently.

You swallow back a moan, thighs twitching. “Y-You never have…not you but. The other Jungkook.”

Jungkook wants to shake his head. The audacity of this other version of him - if he had the chance to ravish you at every given moment, he would. He didn’t understand why this world took everything for granted - being allowed to roam the streets after 9 Pm was a luxury alone that this world provided.

“But I want to.” Jungkook hooks his fingers between your panties and pushes it aside. He licks his lips at your wet clit and he hums. “So beautiful.” he murmurs.

Jungkook lowers himself to your heat and your eyes widen - he was really going to do this. You don’t have time to react, either. His tongue pokes out of his mouth and it’s already swiping along your clit.

“S-Stop…!” you yelp, jerking at the unfamiliar feeling.

Jungkook catches your legs just as they were about to crush him. “Relax, Y/N.” he laughs gleefully. “Just let me take care of you, okay?”

You bite your lip but nod. Your legs are trembling with nerves and slight embarrassment at how close Jungkook was to your sex - vaginas couldn’t look that appealing for him to appear ready to risk it all at just a taste of it.

But to Jungkook, it was. His nails dig into the skin of your thighs as he holds you into place, his tongue flat and his head shifting from side to side.

Your stomach bubbles with tension and pleasure. You aren’t aware that something like this could feel good for you - you imagined it whenever you went down on Jungkook, but there was a difference between the two genitalia.

Now, it was like Jungkook was getting rid of an itch you never knew was there. You couldn’t contain your moans any longer, nor did he want you to. There was no pleasuring any women from the brothel and in the end, even after he came, he could never feel truly satisfied with himself.

Now, it’s different. It’s more intimate - pleasuring you the way he wants to. His demeanor changes entirely from that of the soft man she’s come to love to be around - to a man hungry for what's between her legs.

“K-Kookie!” you yelp once more at feeling fingers pierce through your entrance. Even then, he doesnt stop sucking your clit.

Jungkook hums, the vibration felt throughout your lower region. His eyes dart up at you and it causes him to groan. So beautiful, he thinks. The look of pure bliss on your face, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure shoots through you.

Jungkook leans back to watch intently at the way your pussy tightens around his fingers. He pumps in and out, your juices coating not only his fingers, but down his palm and to his wrists.

“I wish I can stay here with you forever.” Jungkook says, adding another finger to fill you even more. “I would treat you better. I would never make you cry.”

Jungkook is such a smooth talker, you think . But even so, you believed him. His eyes are much softer and even now as he’s fucking his fingers inside of you, he’s still so loving.

“Kook - shit!” Jungkook connects his lips back onto your already swollen clit and is determined to make you cum.

Your hands grip along the bedsheets, your thighs trembling. It was all too much to handle right now. Each time your hips would buck, Jungkook would just push you back down onto the mattress and plunge his fingers even deeper.

“I know you’re about to cum.” Jungkook purrs, then goes back to lapping your clit, his eyes watching your every emotion. His fingers are hitting your spot so sweetly that you can’t hold it back anymore, releasing the tension from deep inside of you with a shriek.

Jungkook’s chest is soaked entirely, but he couldn’t care any less. Instead, he removes his fingers from inside of you and licks them clean.

Your thighs are trembling even more now, your eyes closing and your chest heaving in an attempt to catch your breath.

There was no way Jungkook never done this before. Even from a different world, Jungkook had to have some similar characteristics of the other Jungkook - determined to make you cum regardless if it was never his mouth or tongue, not stopping until he had.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks you, kissing your lips gently. You tasted yourself on him.

You hum a lazy response.

“So cute.” Jungkook smiles. “Are you tired? Hungry? “ he tilts his head for a response. “I can go get those sugar things you like with the chocolate filling-“

“I want you to fuck me before we think about eating.” you sigh, tone serious. Your eyes flutter open until they’re no longer blurry.

Jungkook’s cheek flush at your words. “You don’t even look like you’re capable of-“

Jungkook’s left stunned when you manage to flip him on his back, hovering right above him. “Just needed a few seconds is all.” you say to him. “I really want to taste you, too but…I’m really impatient.”

Jungkook nods hastily as you go to remove his pants.

“I will next time. Promise.”

Jungkook isn’t upset about you not returning the favor - he didn’t expect you to. Having the opportunity to do anything with you was what he truly desired.

“Don’t we need some form of protection?” Jungkook asks when you’re hovering above him, ready to bring him into you entirely.

“I’m on birth control.” You shake your head with a giggle and Jungkook only appears more confused.

“What’s that?”

You tilt your head. “There’s no birth control in your world?”

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, trying to ponder how anyone can control something like-

Jungkook gasps, feeling you entirely. You’re so warm and wet and his mind is going crazy at feeling you entirely raw.

“The chances of getting pregnant are low when on birth control.” you explain, placing both of your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. “So it should be okay.”

Jungkook was going to take your word for it. His hands find your waist and it holds on it for support.

Your hips begin to rise and fall at a rhythmic pace, wet skin slapping against his own. Soon moans filled the room, both yours and his - and Jungkook wasn’t going to hide how good you were making him feel.

“Feel…so…good…” Jungkook huffs with each bounce on his cock. His eyes fight to focus on something for longer than a few seconds, but he can’t. Your breast bounces in his face and he tries to catch a nipple but fails a few times. Your face is so beautiful, contorted with pleasure as you take him.

“Does it?”

You lean back, your palms on his thighs. Your feet are pressed firmly onto the mattress and you continue your bouncing.

Jungkook hisses, the next position allowing him to go a bit deeper in you. You knew what you were doing, knowing exactly how to pleasure him just right. Jungkook wants to harm the other version of him - how could you go elsewhere when everything he needed was right here?

Jungkook opens his eyes to look at you and he grunts all over again. Your pussy is dripping all over him, creaming his cock so lovingly. There’s a white ring around his cock, evident of how much you were loving this.

“You’re so-“

“Beautiful?” you finished the sentence for Jungkook, giggling. You clench around him and Jungkook hisses.

“It’s true. You are.”

Your heart swells at his words - they aren’t just sex words. Often he would tell you how beautiful he thought you were and of course you were smitten. You thought it was your Jungkook, not this new Jungkook from a different world.

Jungkook allows his hands to roam your naked skin, goosebumps running along his arms. He hisses with a slight shake of his head. “You’re too g-good at this.”

“So were you.” you giggle, grinding against him. “Surprised you never pleasured a girl before.”

“I learn fast.” Jungkook licks his lips, pressing a thumb against your swollen clit, satisfied when you flinch.

While Jungkook's right hand plays with your clit, his left places itself on your ass and squeezes.

Jungkook flickers his eyes up st your face to find that you’re already looking at him. He gives a slight grin - the thrust upwards.

“Fuck, s-stop!” your body flushes with heat. “I was supposed to make you cum this time!”

“You are.” Jungkook hooks both of his arms beneath your thighs and then on your hips to keep you steady. “This birth control means I can cum in you?”

You bite your lip and nod and that's all the confirmation Jungkook needs.

Jungkook begins to pound into you, his pace entirely alarming and there's no build up to it. All he knows is that he’s wanted you for as long as he could remember and in this world he had you - you and whatever birth control was.

Soon the room is filled with wet squelching of your pussy being stuffed so full mixed with Jungkook’s grunts and your whimpers. Your arms wrap around Jungkook’s neck for support and this has Jungkook peppering your skin with kisses.

Jungkook doesn’t stop his pounding, not even when you're trembling and scratching along his back. He only snickers at your actions, far too enthralled in this moment that he doesn’t care what pain you might cause him.

“I-I don’t think-“

“Sshhh,” Jungkook presses his lips on yours to silence your whining. His teeth clap on your bottom lip, tugging slightly. “I know you can take it, baby.”

You came - an embarrassing moment for you. You didn’t hold in the shriek as you do so and it was entirely Jungkook’s fault - his insane stamina, his soft kisses on your skin and the dark whisper of a pet name.

Jungkook groans, your cum dripping out of you and onto him entirely. He could never get enough of you and each thrust has him hating the version of him that left you here crying.

“Gonna cum,” Jungkook huffs, kissing your face entirely. Your eyes are closed tightly and a few whimpers are releasing from your lips due to the overstimulation.

You clench around him as tight as you could to get Jungkook to cum and it works. A few sloppy thrusts and a deep moan later, Jungkook’s cumming deep inside of you - a wave of emotion shudders through his body.

You fall limp against Jungkook while your eyes flutter close. “So tired.” you murmur.

Jungkook places a kiss upon your forehead. “You don’t want those sugar things with the filling?”

You grumble, “It sounds like you want them.”

Jungkook does.

“I’ll put an order for them to be delivered.” you lift yourself and sigh. “How about you just take my phone and go get it? You remember the way?”

Jungkook nods his head and soon, you’re sleeping soundly on the bed.

Jungkook licks his lips as he gets dressed. Currency was different in your world. Though he worked, there was only a certain amount he could ever earn from his job, the rest went towards whatever the Government saw fit - funding the brothel and new technology to advance the world. Even being able to go somewhere and eat was a luxury - it was something the Government also controlled; when and how they got their food.

Jungkook opens the door to the room and stops dead in his tracks.

Jungkook blinks at the familiar face of himself. There’s a piercing on his eyebrow and lip and it causes Jungkook to tilt his head at it.

“What the fuck-“

Jungkook reacts entirely too fast, even before his mind can think of what to do. He watches as the version of himself falls back and holds his nose, blood pooling from his hand.

“You don’t belong here.” Jungkook murmurs , his voice dangerously low. “You don’t deserve her.”

Jungkook is surprised that you don’t awake - maybe you were that exhausted. He doesn’t stop punching until the version of him is unconscious and he’s covered in an alarming amount of blood.

Jungkook huffs. He grabs the versions of him arms and begins to drag him inside the room. He glances at your sleeping figure and feels an emotion go through him. He wants to love you the way you deserve - to care for you like he should be able to.

And with this Jungkook here, he never could.

Jungkook pushes towards the mirror, the ripple effect telling him that there was still time.

There’s a moan - he was waking up. Jungkook curses mentally to himself and pushes as hard as he could to this world’s Jungkook until he’s fully through the mirror.

Now, all he had to do was wait until it was time for the portal to be closed.

Jungkook’s eyes open, shooting straight up. His eyes look around his surroundings - where the fuck was he?

This wasn’t his room - no, it couldn’t be. It was so dull, dark. Plain - where were the lights he had on his bed? Where were the mirrors he placed up?

Jungkook’s eyes the large window outside, noticing that lights were peaking through. There was a digital clock flashing red numbers. He shakes his head. “What the hell…?”

Jungkook turns towards the mirror in front of him, eyes wide as it begins to crack. He shields himself with his hands as mirror pieces begin to fly on him suddenly, the mirror breaking out of thin air.

Jungkook releases a deep breath, hammer in hand. His chest heaves, the mirror shards surrounding him entirely.

“Kookie?!”

You run inside the room, head flailing around to see what the commotion was. “How did the mirror…” your eyes glance down to the hammer in Jungkook’s hands.

It was now 6 A.M, Jungkook notes, and it was time for his world to wake and go on with their lives - without him.

“I thought you said you were gonna go shower?” Jungkook drops the hammer and turns towards you. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”

You sigh, shoulders relaxing. “It’s okay.” you say. “Is…is the portal gone?”

Jungkook nods his head, for now at least. He’s positive there was a way for him to return through a different mirror - but he had no intentions to. As long as the Utopian world Jungkook didn’t know how to return, he was satisfied.

“Good.” you smile at Jungkook, a genuine smile that warms his heart.

Good - it was good. Now Jungkook could have you like he always has - no strict rules, no Government forcing him to marry a woman he didn’t want.

Just you and him - you & this Jungkook - forever.

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